I came into music because I thought the presentation of poetry wasn't vibrant enough. So I merged improvised poetry with basic rock chords. That was my original mission.

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.

Believe in yourself. Determined to pursue your goals.

Many life-affirming questions lead to an endless spool of disconcerting propositions and contradictory conclusions, and even more troubling, some queries prove unanswerable.

Those who expect to reap the blessings of freedom must like men undergo the fatigue of supporting it.

If you're a devoted collector of design, you seek out objects you can love to live with but also live in.

Dictators can always consolidate their tyranny by an appeal to patriotism.

I'd rather be dead and in heaven than afraid to do what I think is right.

Winners can tell you where they are going and what they plan to do along the way.

What is possible for me is possible for you.

With technology and social media and citizen journalism, every rock that used to go unturned is now being flipped, lit and put on TV.

People act on the outside the way they feel on the inside.