I'm somebody who believes in funny things, and laughing, but I do like for them to come from a place that addresses the human condition.

Life is not for the faint of heart.

I have a theory that self-made, first-generation actresses don't feel entitled to success.

I definitely would rather take a nap than get angry.

In my experience of living, for a time, in the underbelly of society, I spent a lot of time in various holding cells.

It's a wild thing, that people have the ability to help each other by just relating to one another.

I have a deep compassion for the idea that it's okay to be myself. The idea that anything 'other' is bad and wrong and broken is so wildly off base.

Remember when we didn't live in the future? When we were young, it was not the future yet.

Beauty was never really my trip. Maybe those roles are attracted to me?

Life is a wildly transient thing with people coming into your life and dropping away. It definitely takes work to maintain relationships.

Existence itself is disconcerting and disorienting.

But you can catch yourself entertaining habitually certain ideas and setting others aside; and that, I think, is where our personal destinies are largely decided.

A plate of food has to have balance. For example, a mild fish like skate mustnt be overwhelmed by the side dishes. They should have personality and color, but they also have to be subtle.

That's all I did - that's all I ever did - try to do what Billy Strayhorn did.

All poetry like every work of art proceeds from a swift vision of things.

Humanity is cutting down its forests, apparently oblivious to the fact that we may not be able to live without them.

I consider the opportunity to bear witness to the eloquent beauty of Baikida's music a distinct honor. Baikida Carroll is polarized; poised; at a matchless point between lyricism and fire.

Victory is not always winning the battle...but rising every time you fall.

I'm a very, very sensitive guy. A lot of people don't know that about me, but I am.

It’s been a full week since she left and all you’ve done is sulk like a dying cow. (Kish)

Take that which God has given you and share it.