I think that's the real loss of innocence: the first time you glimpse the boundaries that will limit your potential.

Sometimes not talking is effortless, and other times it’s more exhausting than lifting pianos.

When we finished the kiss she said laughing, I can taste your loneliness - it tastes like vinegar. That annoyed me. Everyone knows loneliness tastes like cold potato soup.

Amen' is like the Send button on an email.

Regrets came up and asked me if I’d like to own them. Declined them for the most part but took a few just so I wouldn’t leave this relationship empty handed.

Sometimes they [people] throw off their freedom so quickly, you'd think it was burning them.

Sometimes I think the human animal doesn't really need food or water to survive, only gossip.

After all, memory may be the only thing on earth we can truly manipulate to serve us, so we don't have to look back at ourselves in the receding past and think, What an arsehole!

...I wondered if it was blasphemous to tell God that rainbows are kitsch.

The moment seemed endless, but it was probably only half that.

The past is truly an inoperable tumour that spreads to the present.

As for the piano, the faster her fingers flew over it, the more he marveled. She struck the keys with aplomb and ran from one end of the keyboard to the other without a stop.

What hurts you, blesses you. Darkness is your candle.

I believe that Lady Gaga is like a carnival ride. From a distance she looks fun, but up close, you don't wanna climb on that.

Oh, southern rappers... so hard to write a rhyme when you only know 30 words.

I am going to bring back infrastructure jobs, advanced manufacturing jobs, clean renewable energy jobs, innovation, technology, small business.

I Google'd myself a lot of times believe me. A lot of people know more about me than I knew.

I diagnosed my loneliness as premature empty nest syndrome.

Winning the lottery is winning the lottery. It's highly unlikely and very unusual.

I read a lot of different stuff, but I keep being open to inspiration.

The ultimate censorship is the flick of the dial.