I know how to have a conversation, but I've never done improv. I've never taken improv classes.

I was home-schooled, was always very close with my mom and was very straight-laced and square. I was never the rebellious one, and I never threw hissy fits.

I was listening to a lot of Norwegian black metal and death metal. There's a great history to Norwegian black metal. That music is very dark and violent, but it's also beautiful.

I'm learning with the older that I get that some feelings are just universal and that I'm not the only one who hates their hair or their life at times.

It's really hard to see yourself and to recognize that you are a human being like everybody else. You just think everybody's judging you.

Sometimes I laugh with my parents, and sometimes I yell at them, and both are therapeutic.

For me, the dumbest rule is that you can't chew gum in school. For some reason, chewing gum for me gets my brain going.

I usually get my lyrics when I let my mind wander, when you're not really awake, but not yet fully asleep. I keep an open notebook by my bed and then just write whatever comes to me.

I want more awareness of humanity in this world.

I'm so used to swimming with the piranhas. And they're really not that bad.

It's very scary to allow the world to see you.

It's sometimes easier to help others rather than helping yourself. The trick is to listen to your "self" as a friend. This may be the simplest change you ever make in life, with the biggest impact.

When I get in there, everything gets blocked out. I just focus on the person in the cage with me. That's all my brain has room for at the time.

What happens is consciousness operates in mysterious ways. One of those ways is that the old paradigm suddenly starts to die.

Man created language to be understood. It should be normal to understand what people convey to us. Fear, ulterior motives, and closed mindedness are the enemies of understanding.

There's something about shadows because you make your own mind up about what's lurking in them.

The horrors of the world in general upset me. I cry when I think about how lucky I am with my lovely little family.

My name is Jimmy, but my friends just call me the hideous penguin boy.

Doing something extraordinarily good is very hard to do and you could fail. Extraordinarily bad is easy to do - it's much easier to burn down a building than to build one.

His are the quiet steeps of dreamland, The waters of no-more-pain; His ram's bell rings 'neath an arch of stars, "Rest, rest, and rest again.

The love of gain never made a painter; but it has marred many.