I pretend he doesn’t exist, and he does the same with me.

I can tell she’s upset, but I can’t be bothered to say anything. Some days are just like that.

I remember his eyes. They are just like mine. Every time I look in the mirror I see him. I try not to look at my self too much.

Judging by the photograph it seemed like I hadn’t been there at all. As if it was my camera that had been on holiday, and not me.

I don’t care too much about talking, but I don’t like being alone.

We look for pretty girls we can say bad things to. No one shows up.

Nothing happens. And by that I mean nothing.

Change can be weird or even queer. But change has to happen for things to grow--for us to grow. And change isn't so bad when you're not in it alone.

When people ask me how I am I tell them......"I'm present

Sum up at night what thou has done by day.

Sixth grade was a big time, in my childhood, of hoops and friendship, and coming up with funny things.

It's a privilege to play music fora living. Even more, it's a privilege to have an audience. Respect that.

I always say Philadelphia, Pennsylvania is my biggest influence. But for painters, I like many, many painters, but I love Francis Bacon the most, and Edward Hopper.

A test of your love for God is to examine your love for others.

Part of being a sentient human is the ability to anticipate others' mental states - to say "Fred's going to hate this but Jane would love it."

If you don't give something back when you get, you don't keep.

She soon learned, though, that giving weight to other people's opinions was creative nihilism; it was like being banished from the Land of No Words and exiled to the Land of All Bullshit.