I have a tendency, not that anyone I've ever dated I thought wasn't a good person, but sometimes you're not always a good match.

I don't feel anti-love. I feel suspicious of love, and I feel suspicious of what it means to be in love. And I also feel suspicious of what it means to feel pretend love for someone.

I don't think people understand how stressful it is to explain what's going on in your head when you don't even understand it yourself.

Me being in love with a girl and wanting her to be with me, doing what I need to do to make her stay with me; it affects no one, yet it’s terrifying to people and they think you’re a monster.

I hate being so emotionally slutty. I need to stop loving everyone I have a long conversation with.

I live my life in a way that I feel completely comfortable with. I don't struggle with who I am, who I date, who I love, what I say or what I stand for, not just sexuality but everything.

Sometimes I worry I'm not going to be the best parent because if my baby gets a skin fungus I might sell him at a garage sale.

There's homophobia in every corner and pocket of this world but at the core you just love someone and want to make mixed tapes for them.

I didn't know someone could cry that much, I thought the tears would run out. They don't.

Sometimes, what probably makes writing songs really easy is that I've generally been attracted to situations that aren't always the healthiest.

Although we are Canadian, we have both vowed to remain unmarriad in solidarity with the millions who don't have the same rights as us around the world.

I don’t believe in miracles, but my life is an amazing example of a miracle.

If someone criticizes you, give them a compliment.

Every great man, every successful man, no matter what the field of endeavor, has known the magic that lies in these words: every adversity has the seed of an equivalent or greater benefit.

We’ve gotten to that stage all soulmates reach of speaking in broken phrases and incomplete sentences, our connected and all-knowing minds filling in the blanks left by redundant words.

Autumn arrives in early morning, but spring at the close of a winter day.

My congratulations on the occasion of the 60th anniversary of the October Revolution.

In its current incarnation in my life touring is a lot of airports and hotels and car services and only OK food.

We are freer than we think.

I have what I guess is medically known as a farting problem.

I'd thought sexuality was instinctive or natural, but it's profoundly linked to inner security and cultural context.