Life is too short to be wondering, 'What if?'

Interviewing is tough, especially if you don't know what you're looking for.

I just realized that I'm just going to be who I am. I don't need to adjust how I look for anyone or even for myself. Even if I have a pimple, I'm not going to cover it up with makeup.

I think actions really do define how you feel, as opposed to just saying, "I care about you" or "I want to be with you."

Even when I'm stressed out I'm not mean to people. I'm not constantly rude to people. But sometimes people are so rude.

I think I have an obligation to be kind to people in general, otherwise I'll feel crappy about myself.

I think you have to be careful about not hurting someone. The last thing I'd want to do is make a fool of someone, unless they saw the humor in it.

I feel like I get really energetic and hyper. If I do well in a show, I can't sleep afterwards. If I don't do well, I get kinda drained. I think because it's like a battle on stage.

I think sometimes people forget how to be nice to people. I try not to let it get to me.

I think as human beings we contradict our feelings constantly, we make mistakes, but I think ultimately it comes down to actions to define how we feel about each other.

I would never sign up to film my personal life.

Goth was sort of the melancholy cousin of punk that says: there's a lot of evil in this world, there's a lot of very mean spirited people and that makes me sad.

Let's jump on board, and cut them to pieces.

Throughout the world today there is a gowing awareness of the failings of the Western model of development and a corresponding desire to look for more human-scale, ecological ways of living.

I was happier when I was doing a mechanic's job.

A sincere diplomat is like dry water or wooden iron.

Out of the chill and the shadow, into the thrill and the shine. Out of the dearth and the famine, into the fulness divine.

Im not trying to do conceptual art.

The more we take, the less we become.

TRUST, not technology, is the issue of the decade.

It was a miserable machine, an inefficient machine, she thought, the human apparatus for painting or for feeling; it always broke down at the critical moment; heroically, one must force it on.