Sometimes [people] seem to think I came out of the womb, you know, cursing, with an electric guitar.

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.

Through our consciousness, we can enter the stillness of silence and become blessed with the universal presence of peace.

Winter is much like unrequited love

I can plunk out enough chords to write a song, but I'm completely afraid to play guitar in front of other people. It's a fear of failure, I guess.

I'm a gemini, and I get so bored so easily. I mean, I have moved six times in the last eight years.

If you are smart, you never retire. You may retire from that job you have had for many years, but you will pick up another career for yourself of some type.

We are all snobs of the Infinite, parvenus of the Eternal.

Blacks are about seven times more likely to live in neighborhoods of concentrated poverty than whites.

The [Donald] Trump transition team is already functioning as the worst transition team we have ever seen. And the good news is the slower they do their work, the better off we are.

All lives are tales. Some spread, and grow in the telling. Others are just told between us and the gods, muttered back and forth behind our days, but those tales grow too and shake us just as fierce.

If you're not living on the edge then you're taking up a little too much space.