Loving you was easy. Hating you was hard. Falling out was insane.

They always come back, but we don’t always answer.

I stopped writing in the obvious. I wrote how I saw it and if they don’t understand it, that’s fine.

I didn’t fear you. I feared us. I feared what could have been. I feared what could be. I feared the connection we had between each other. The toxicity because I could grasp the danger.

We grow apart because we grow in different stages and not all of our stages align.

If I had amnesia, I know I would fall in love with you all over again.

The fact that neither of us made sense was the beauty of it.

I think we might’ve met in a past life. You know, one of those you pass and think, wow you’re kind of beautiful. Just one of those.

I romanticized him until he was the perfect being. A soul so beautiful, but so immensely evil too.

To fall in love with pain is to fall in love with art.

You didn’t understand the poem, but that was because it wasn’t for you. It was for me to understand the pain you put me through.

Today is not just another ordinary day. It is an opportunity to do, or say, something that just might inspire someone to greater becoming...especially a wayward youth.

A great photograph is one that fully expresses what one feels, in the deepest sense, about what is being photographed.

Of all the rabbinic sages of antiquity, perhaps none was more influential or famous than Rabbi Akiva.

The ending has to fit. The ending has to matter, and make sense. I could care less about whether it's happy or sad or atomic. The ending is the place where you go, “Aha. Of course. That's right.”

So is it always nationalist to resist US globalization? The US thinks it is, and wants you to agree; and, moreover, to consider US interests as being universal ones.

I've honestly been so lucky. I've never had a job where I didn't look forward to being on set in the morning.

I like to get a vibe first, then a melody and really beat up the melody for a while, then try and find a lyric that really suits him/her.

Every prayer - every thought, every statement, every feeling - is creative.

Too many proofs spoil the truth.

Too many rules will stifle innovation.