Young love is so ridiculous, as is middle-aged and old love. And it’s also hilarious. When have you ever felt so vulnerable and wonderful and terrible at the same time?

Once a month, a woman turns from a beautiful flower into an angry hippopotamus.

When life gives you lemons, you exchange them at the store for something more edible.

Be the weirdest little weird in all Weird Town.

Young love is so ridiculous, as is middle-aged and old love. And it's also hilarious. When have you ever felt so vulnerable and wonderful and terrible at the same time?

I feel like I have no real solid plans like, "this is what I'm going to do and I will do it by 2017" or whatever.

I think hard-working people have more opportunities no matter what on YouTube, regardless of gender.

It's insanely difficult to ask an audience to go somewhere other than YouTube to watch videos.

I want to do whatever people allow me to do with great people and have a great time doing it.

I imagine 'Daily Grace' as, like, your awkward older sister who tries to give you advice.

There are no gatekeepers. So all the things we want people to cast us in, we can just make ourselves.

Locate your own territory and help others achieve theirs

The real leader has no need to lead - he is content to point the way.

You must have a dragon hidden inside you. When you need, you let the dragon out.

Everything is a subject. Every subject has a rhythm. To feel it is the raison detre. The photograph is a fixed moment of such a raison detre, which lives on in itself.

Politicians are the only people in the world who create problems and then campaign against them.

After a certain age - and for some of us that can be very young - there are no new people, beasts, dreams, faces, events: it has all happened before.

I had to work with a psychiatrist.

There's one tiny little gap in the universe left, just about to close. And it takes a lot of power to send this projection. I'm in orbit around a supernova. I'm burning up a sun just to say good bye.

New ideas come into this world somewhat like falling meteors, with a flash and an explosion, and perhaps somebody's castle-roof perforated.

The theory is that if you spill all your secrets, you'll have no desire to lie about anything, ever again. Like the worst about you is already in the open, so why not just be honest?