It's very scary to allow the world to see you.

I was home-schooled, was always very close with my mom and was very straight-laced and square. I was never the rebellious one, and I never threw hissy fits.

I was listening to a lot of Norwegian black metal and death metal. There's a great history to Norwegian black metal. That music is very dark and violent, but it's also beautiful.

I'm learning with the older that I get that some feelings are just universal and that I'm not the only one who hates their hair or their life at times.

It's really hard to see yourself and to recognize that you are a human being like everybody else. You just think everybody's judging you.

Sometimes I laugh with my parents, and sometimes I yell at them, and both are therapeutic.

For me, the dumbest rule is that you can't chew gum in school. For some reason, chewing gum for me gets my brain going.

I usually get my lyrics when I let my mind wander, when you're not really awake, but not yet fully asleep. I keep an open notebook by my bed and then just write whatever comes to me.

I want more awareness of humanity in this world.

I'm so used to swimming with the piranhas. And they're really not that bad.

I have a sister and her name is Mimsy, like from "Alice in Wonderland," so we've got some strange names in our family.

A statement of truth, and that is:Everything I have accomplished is Thanks to the Lord above, and without him my success would have been impossible.

People today expect too much from marriage. Getting married is really like taking on a big new job.

Flip a coin. When it's in the air, you'll know which side you're hoping for.

Simply follow nature, Rousseau declares. Sade, laughing grimly, agrees.

I was always really fascinated with animation, but just in a way all kids are with watching Disney movies and all that, but I had no idea how animation was done.

A little reciprocity goes a long way.

Don’t ever make the mistake of telling God that you have nothing to offer. That simply is not true. God does not create any junk.

We must meet our duty and convince the world that we are just friends and brave enemies.

Writing is a wholetime job: no professional writer can afford only to write when he feels like it.

The instant trivial as it is is all we have unless-unless things the imagination feeds upon, the scent of the rose, startle us anew.