I grew up as a fairly poor kid in, you know, Toronto, Canada. I don't think I owned any new clothes until I was, like, 15 or something. They were all second-hand and forged from paper.

I know it sounds cliche, but you have to believe in yourself because there's going to be moments that no one else does.

This doesn't seem like one of those 'truth will set you free' situations.

I'm a musical theater aficionado, a.k.a. loser.

My parents were hippies. They met at an ashram, where they were studying how to be enlightened.

The story of my family. . .changes with the teller.

Free your mind and be in flow of life's ups and downs. Be accepting of wherever you are on your journey

There may come a day when internet comments sections are deemed, for the good of humanity and the sanity of civilization in general, to be a form of biohazard or metaphysical catastrophe.

I figure, oftentimes the best way in is through humor, and you can deal with serious situations a lot easier, or at least bring up the conversation.

No matter what authority Satan and his subjects have temporarily been allowed in this world system, Christ can pull rank anytime He wants to.

I'm kinda wishy-washy about questions. If you ask me again tomorrow, I'm likely to give you completely different answers.

When I feel something very intensely or deeply or personally, I can go to extremes of self-expression or self-analysis by writing a poem - more than I can just talking to somebody or writing prose.

Time is jealous of you, and wars against your lilies and your roses.

I don't feel I'm playing villains all the time.

We rarely think of the air we breathe, yet it is in us and around us all the time. In similar fashion, the presence of God penetrates us, is all around us, is always embracing us.