I’ve been all three. And now I’m undecided.

People lie. They use you and they lie, all the while feeding you bullshit about being loyal and never leaving you. No one can make that promise, because life is all about seasons, and seasons change.

Human eyes are the sign language of the brain. If you watch them carefully, you can see the truth played out, raw and unguarded.

Life balances itself on a precarious ledge, we can stay safe up high or propel off the edge.

I like pain. I like when it lingers. It reminds a person of what they've lived through.

We are all so broken. Pick up a person, shake them around and you'll hear the rattling of their broken pieces. Pieces our fathers broke, or our mothers, or our friends, strangers, or our loves.

I didn't eat pork either. Except bacon, of course. Everyone eats bacon.

You'll be surprised what someone is able to handle given no other choice.

One is a choice, and one is not.

There is more to loving someone than just making yourself happy. You have to want him to be happier than you are.

You can only give your heart away once, after that, everything else will chase your first love

We all know that there is a reward for every labour as well as there is a reward for every game played and won. How committed you are in life determines your reward.

Life isn't sugarcoated. Why should coffee be?

do i have political views? you bet! i think the best way to express them is in your work, and then get the hell off the stage

The Republican Party, as much as it pains me to say this, should be ashamed of themselves.

A tree reaches below the surface to gather strength for stargazing.

It's interesting that you don't always fall in love with someone that you're perfectly perfect for.

I think a lot of music that's really innovative is not even considered because it was made by people who had a sexual image. And people assume that it's a commodified thing, so it can't be "indie."

You have to offer sort of an evolution visually and do things like you've never seen before, like a fight between two men in a toilet on an airplane which was very exciting.

Men sometimes feel injured by praise because it assigns a limit to their merit; few people are modest enough not to take offense that one appreciates them.