I think I'm past the age of getting lost.

We all get stuck. We all lose ourselves a little bit in a fantasy or in our jobs and forget how we feel about other things. It's really important to check yourself, to spend some time alone.

I have jeans with holes in them and I have nice jeans. I have casual and I have dressy jeans. I've got all kinds.

I'm a big fan of moustaches. I think it's because - and this is not Freudian innuendo at all - my father has a moustache.

The main thing you can change is how you perceive yourself. Stop looking in the mirror and realize that youre living for yourself, not other people.

Life experience is priceless.

If you can't pronounce a word correctly, just don't use it.

Maybe I should drive a hybrid. I do have a shirt that says, 'Go Green.'

There are definitely reasons to do certain things, but I like to stick to good director, good actor, good script.

I always wanted to make people feel something.

People are made up of flaws.

Patriarchy is women structuring lifelong decisions around men they haven't met.

Just by writing this story, I thought that I am the real monster, I had the feeling that I am doing it.... it was just awful!

If I only drink beer, nothing stronger, then by the end of the night I can generally recognize myself as a reasonable human being, and more importantly, wake up that way.

It is already too late to avoid mass starvation.

ONE OF THE UNSETTLING THINGS about my journey, mentally, physically, and emotionally, was that I wasn’t sure when or where it was going to end.

But the few brave ones, both companies and individuals, who risk comfort and safety for a chance at beauty or being able to move someone — they have a potential to gain so much more.

You know I used to be the back porch poet with my book of lines, always hoping knowing all the time, I'm probably never gonna find the perfect rhyme. . .For heavier things

Growing old was simply a process of drawing closer to that ultimate independence called death.

When I say I loved it, I don't mean I loved being hit. I just mean...there was some good in there, too. I am not going to call it all bad.

To express a marriage of two complementary colors, their mingling and their opposition, the mysterious vibrations of kindred tones.