I was quite an insomniac. I rarely slept as a child. Having God to talk to at night was nice.

My sunglasses are like my guitar.

We go through life. We shed our skins. We become ourselves.

To be an artist — actually, to be a human being in these times — it’s all difficult. … What matters is to know what you want and pursue it.

Never let go of that fiery sadness called desire.

Where does it all lead? What will become of us? These were our young questions, and young answers were revealed. It leads to each other. We become ourselves.

Life isn't some vertical or horizontal line -- you have your own interior world, and it's not neat.

I imagined myself as Frida to Diego, both muse and maker. I dreamed of meeting an artist to love and support and work with side by side.

Swift is the arrow, dark is the thorn, the slate is clean, the future awaits, awake.

Make your interactions with people transformational, not just transactional.

To me, punk rock is the freedom to create, freedom to be successful, freedom to not be successful, freedom to be who you are. It's freedom.

Include and grow. Include and expand.

I discovered I scream the same way whether I'm about to be devoured by a great white shark or if a piece of seaweed touches my foot.

You cannot put a fire out! A thing that can ignite can go itself- without a flame- E'en through the darkest night!

On first blush this looks to be about money, but it is about power. Is power going to go to the information monopolies, or will it go to developers and users?.

Destructiveness is the outcome of an unlived life.

I love intricate plotting and exciting twists, but I realize more that people enjoy a good story in a simple, focused way.

I was proud to work with the great Gershwin, and I would have done it for nothing, which I did.

There is a problem in pretending I can still control my destiny in the commercial market.

I don't believe in bad people. I believe that people, somewhere inside, have the potential to realize themselves.

Do you know what will soon be the ultimate in truth?