I had a handful of records, but when I was 11 years old, I liked Puccini as much as Little Richard. They both made sense to me.

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.

There are no moral obligations in the game of empire.

We'll just have to get along. That's what people do, you know? They just get along. And try to help each other.

At the age of four with paper hats and wooden swords we're all Generals. Only some of us never grow out of it.

I just started playing music on the street and walking around with a fiddle, and I think that's kind of when I started being serious - or as serious as it's going to get.

Perhaps living souls had greater phantom powers than the dead.

Be able to draw an illustration as least well enough to get your point across to another person.

Everyone who gets sleepy at night should have a simple decent place to lay their heads, on terms they can afford to pay.

I know you'll do what's best for Annabeth." "How can you be sure?" "Because she'd do the same for you.

The U.S. government engages with many countries around the world in official dialogues on human rights.

Danger is to adventure what garlic is to spaghetti sauce. Without it, you just end up with stewed tomatoes.