My style is mainly about comfort. It has to be comfortable, it has to lay right on me, know what I mean?

The leaf fall of his words, the stained glass hues of his moods, the rust in his voice, the smoke in his mouth, his breath on my vision like human breath blinding a mirror.

If somebody ever says something is a mature theme, it's bound to not be. I mean, you shouldn't fall for that. You can make it sound mature, but anything that's about being mature is pretty immature.

Why is the place where I want to be so often so far from where I am?

I don't ever wish I was somebody else.

Think you are weak, think you lack what it takes, think you will lose, think you are second class - think this way and you are doomed to mediocrity.

Logic is a poor model of cause and effect.

Never say never. In your life you never know what's going to happen next.

Be this our wall of brass, to be conscious of having done no evil, and to grow pale at no accusation.

I'm generous. I give good tips. It's just - the way I live my life, ironically enough, is: I don't want anything. I'm not a consumer. I don't crave objects.

I might as well be myself. Everyone else is taken.