I wasn't thinking so much of music. I wasnt thinking so much of perfection or stardom or any of that stuff.

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.

Poetry is a life-cherishing force. For poems are not words, after all, but fires for the cold, ropes let down to the lost, something as necessary as bread in the pockets of the hungry.

The Internet is the aggregate of human derpitude.Listening to the Internet without being confident you've found a well-curated garden relative to the area of concern is a bad idea.

There are some who want to get married and others who don't. I have never had an impulse to go to the altar. I am a difficult person to lead.

God wants to take care of us, raise us up and direct us in life

That's what people respect, the fact that I wasn't a chump that laid on his back and gave up.

For me, I have to go out and people have to already like me for my promo to be good.

It is Swaraj when we learn to rule ourselves.

Flavor Five is a book with recipes using five ingredients to possibly be cooked in just five minutes. It will be very user-friendly for the home cook on the run.

Why does the universe go to all the bother of existing?

Give to a gracious message An host of tongues, but let ill tidings tell Themselves when they be felt.