I've learned that it's OK to be flawed, that life can be messy, that some days you glide and some days you fall, but most important, that there are no secret answers out there.

When you finally accept that it's OK not to have answers and it's OK not to be perfect, you realize that feeling confused is a normal part of what it is to be a human being.

You go through spells where you feel that maybe you're too sensitive for this world. I certainly felt that.

Crazy isn't being broken, or swallowing a dark secret. It's you or me, amplified.

I was very depressed after breaking off my engagement with Johnny ten years ago. I was embarrassingly dramatic at the time, but you have to remember I was only 19 years old.

There was a time when I was 19 when I really, really, really thought I was going crazy. I was exhausted and going through a terrible depression.

You have good days and bad days, and depression's something that, you know, is always with you.

You can't pay enough money to... cure that feeling of being broken and confused.

I am not a person who can really sit around and think about regrets because with every bad experience that you have, there is weirdly something good that comes from it.

I was inspired by lots of people, certainly in acting and in writing and stuff, but I never wanted to be somebody else.

I don't use the Internet, but apparently you can find out everything on it.

Love lives in the humblest of places. It doesn't matter how big your house is, how nice your car is, how big your bank vault is...it only matters how much your heart can hold.

In short, self-rule is workable only when a people are self-sufficient enough to reject the hierarchic system as it stands.

Everyone wanna tweet but they don't know who to follow!

I keep coming back to the phrase "Dance with the system" - not just march onwards no matter what happens.

My life is a series of dumb choices

I contribute a large amount of money to the Southern Poverty Law Center, so I'm on their mailing list for all their Klan Watch newsletters. I'm very well aware of White Power movements in America.

Nor aught availed him now to have built in heaven high towers; nor did he scrape by all his engines, but was headlong sent with his industrious crew to build in hell.

A language not based on universal symbols or sensations is gibberish, a pitfall of modern art, no longer modern.

One man's wickedness may easily become all men's curse.

The right to use a thing comprehends a right to the means necessary to its use, and without which it would be useless.