For I desired, as Youth does, to be taken by the hand and hurled into the world.

My sunglasses are like my guitar.

We go through life. We shed our skins. We become ourselves.

To be an artist — actually, to be a human being in these times — it’s all difficult. … What matters is to know what you want and pursue it.

Never let go of that fiery sadness called desire.

Where does it all lead? What will become of us? These were our young questions, and young answers were revealed. It leads to each other. We become ourselves.

Life isn't some vertical or horizontal line -- you have your own interior world, and it's not neat.

I imagined myself as Frida to Diego, both muse and maker. I dreamed of meeting an artist to love and support and work with side by side.

Swift is the arrow, dark is the thorn, the slate is clean, the future awaits, awake.

Make your interactions with people transformational, not just transactional.

To me, punk rock is the freedom to create, freedom to be successful, freedom to not be successful, freedom to be who you are. It's freedom.

When it's clear that we have a commitment to God that comes before anything else in our lives, most people will respect us even if they don't share our faith.

Where would the end be? Will the idea—the definition—of perfection stay the same? No. Perfection is too fickle. It’s in our nature to never be satisfied. We always think we can do more.

The journey is about coming home....There is always the return. And the wound will take you there. It is a blood-trail." (p. 220, 222)

My theory about comedians is that their greatest fear is other people laughing at them. So comedy is an attempt to control and manipulate the thing they find most frightening.

When I got into "Anna Karenina" and "Brothers Karamazov" and "Crime and Punishment," that was the stuff that - that had a big effect on me, because it was so psychological.

We never know our good or bad as we loose our judgement living with them.worst part is we don't accept who we are & hence remain confused for the rest of our life.

Raising kids may be a thankless job with ridiculous hours, but at least the pay sucks.

Great women belong to history and to self-sacrifice, not to the annals of a stage, however dignified.

When I was little, I used to work with my dad on the engine of his car. Mostly this was a matter of me handing him wrenches.

Truth can be sifted out from falsehood only if the government is vigorously and consistently cross-examined, so that the fundamental issues of the struggle may be clearly defined