I collaborate with people who know I'm a control freak.

No one can ruin shows, but Internet trolls sure can make things miserable.

Listen to people. Listen to yourself at the end of the day, but listen to people a lot.

I tweet too much. I can't even pretend it's because I'm talking to fans.

I think my generation has grown up knowing that you don't pay attention to trolls because trollin's what they do.

They can be totally insane, but fans are our lifeblood.

True fans can't ruin shows.

I may sound douchey describing myself, but I can live with myself and no one gets yelled at.

If I can convince people that their idea is great, and know inside that their idea was actually a little my idea, then I feel okay. I don't feel too douchey.

To my credit, I think I'm a gentle control freak. Maybe even a little manipulative.

I tweet because it allows me to say anything I want and sometimes people respond.

Religious belief is without reason and without dignity, and its record is near-universally dreadful.

O Rakshas, everything is always all right in the end. If it isn't all right, then it isn't the end

This amateurism however, can sometimes be helpful in forging a style; you have to work around your weaknesses.

I hate this idea that we, as Americans, are going to say we're going to have a sense at the border, someplace else, that - to figure out whether or not Muslims can come to the United States.

Because of new technologies, new wealth, new conditions of domestic life and of international relations, unprecedented criteria and issues are coming up for national decision.

Maybe this is the secret to talking to boys--maybe you just have to be angry all the time.

Owe nothing to anyone, except to love one another.

The only really interesting thing about someone that makes you want to explore them further is their heart, and Miss Honeycut has a teeny tiny pea-sized one and it takes you nowhere you want to go.

I need it! I need it! It's a royal heirloom!" "Adrian?" "What are you doing here?" "Looking for you. Come on, we need to go. I'll drive you home." "No, I can't. Not until we get it. He stole it!

I just can't write and listen to music at the same time.