I didn't even know what acting was at 11 years old. I truly believed that acting was hidden cameras everywhere. And I felt that these actors on the screen were somehow real people.

I've been to Asia, but I'd love to go to Thailand. I'd love to go to some rural areas in China.

Poetry is a lyrical insinuation. Often, its melodic subtlety kisses the subconscious mind.

In the end we're all searching for our home, that one place where we belong.

There's a condensed softness about the Albanian people, and I've witnessed examples of their hospitality.

I feel every medium of art needs to heal to some degree. It can't live in it's own void, and this came from my earliest experiences as a young refugee.

I love making pizza with cauliflower dough. Again, can't taste the difference once you add enough ingredients.

We stalk the truth as poets, sensualists, a duality, limited insanity. We labor in our muse, carving alphabets of experience into our hearts.

As poets, our lamentations are glorious, filled with the virtues angles would learn to envy.

I would like my books to stand as a tool to unbind children from expectations of poetry because it should free the child to self-expression and exploration.

We have such a finite amount of hours on this planet, and there is just no excuse for living a mundane, predictable life in life.

The respect you show to others (or lack thereof) is an immediate reflection on your self respect.

True friendship is the hardest thing to break...

Houston, we've had a problem.

Yeah, I try to be really calm.

You can learn to change the world or go on being changed by it.

Honest criticism, I suppose, has its place. But honest writing is infinitely more valuable.

Saying that you don’t have time to improve your thoughts and your life is like saying you don’t have time to stop for gas because you’re too busy driving. Eventually it will catch up with you.

Any conscious, wilful impairment of the body is an affront to God.

Before I knew how to do anything, I was figuring out how to be in a band.

It may do good; pride hath no other glass To show itself but pride, for supple knees Feed arrogance and are the proud man's fees.