This should have been a red flag, I realize in retrospect. Working really hard on anything is, by definition, not cool.

That's the problem with life. You never get enough time to stare at your ceiling and try to figure out what's going on.

Sometimes you just have those days where everything goes wrong. But sometimes, and totally unexpectedly, something can go right.

You may wonder how I managed to make these friends. Well, I will tell you. Making friends is actually not that hard when you drop every single one of your standards.

People are who they are and, try as you might, you cannot make them be what you want them to be.

I believe that a person's taste in music tells you a lot about them. In some cases, it tells you everything you need to know.

This wasn't how I imagined things going. But imagination is so often no match for the absurdity, the randomness, the tragedy of reality.

Throughout it all, you are still, always, you: beautiful and bruised, known and unknowable. And isn't that - just you - enough?

Throughout it all, you are still, always, you: beautiful and bruised, known and unknowable.

Some people were nice to you simply because they liked you.

People have to create some sort of art so they have something to think about other than their shitty lives.

Life is grace. Sleep is forgiveness. The night absolves. Darkness wipes the slate clean, not spotless to be sure, but clean enough for another day's chalking.

Mindfulness does not erase negative memories

I've decided I don't like books that end with 'The End'. The fact that there are no more pages, suggests to me that the book has ended.

I'm glad you asked that question, because of any musical situation I've been in, the communication feels great here with Russell. He really pays close attention to what I'm doing because he cares.

War as Napoleon knew it just not possible any more. However, we're very unlikely to accept or recognize "world peace" even when we get it.

The open secret of real success is to throw your whole personality into your problem.

When I was in middle school, some of my so-called friends found a catalogue ad I did for Superman pajamas. They made as many copies as they could and pasted them up all over school.

Good-morrow to thy sable beak, And glossy plumage, dark and sleek, Thy crimson moon and azure eye

And then we take a soldier and put murder in his hands and we say to him, "Use it well, use it wisely.

An innocent bird is not innocent from the insect's point of view! Only man can attain the rank of innocence through becoming a peaceful vegetarian!