I was wrong last night. Kyler isn’t just trouble. He’s an apocalypse-level disaster waiting to happen. I need to find some fallout shelter to hide in. And quick.

I don’t think I’d feel any more violated if he’d stripped me bare. I might as well have lain down before him openly exposing all my flaws and my fears, inviting him to psychoanalyze me.

He knows I’ve seen something in him. Something I recognize, only because it exists in me too.

This whole scenario is sick, depraved, but also grossly fascinating. I’ve become a Peeping Tom. And. It’s. Turning. Me. On.

Life is too short to read books that I'm not enjoying.

Live and dwell in endless possibilities to find out what is possible.

I'm afraid of being lazy and complacent. I'm afraid of taking myself too seriously.

When you become famous at 19, it does a number in your head, so you find romance in the mundane - isn't it so great that a guy would pick me up at my house and take me to a restaurant?

There have been times when I think we do not desire heaven but more often I find myself wondering whether, in our heart of hearts, we have ever desired anything else.

I don't like to watch myself. For the most part, I find it weird. It depresses me; I'm very critical.

Every musician wants to do something which will hold up for a long time, and I guess we did it with 'Stairway to Heaven.'

I know a lot of actors who live with kind of a soundtrack in their lives, even to go to the market. I'm not that kind of actor. I don't listen to songs. I actually like quiet.

Social reforms are never carried out by the weakness of the strong; but always by the strength of the weak.

All I'm saying is that there is a price to be paid at the sharp end.. environmentally and everywhere else.. for the food that is produced in a particular way.