With some of the bad things that come with love, there's also a lot of good. For example that connection... which I struggle to have with most people.

When I was very young I was sort of floored by the fact that my mother and my father and everyone I knew was going to die one day, and myself too. I had a sort of a philosophical crisis. I couldn't believe that we were mortal.

No money, no place to live – I’ve been in more dangerous situations than other people.

I have a personal ambition to live my life honestly and honor the true love that I've had and also the people I've had around me.

Bad things happen everyday but you're not going to be any happier thinking about them. So I don't think about them.

Love is strange, sometimes it makes you crazy, it can burn or break you down.

When things get bad enough, your only resort is to lie in bed and start praying.