While we're over here blocked up in our departments and locked up in our own judgments and dealing with our own crazy problems, they're over there dealing with equivalent problems. One of the things that I am so frightened by lately is that men are having just as difficult a time striking a balance as we are.

If we can repair things emotionally, a lot of other things would follow.

I do what I want. I try to be nice to everybody. When I fail, I try to apologize.

I want to live in a world where Miley (or any female musician) can twerk wildly at 20, wear a full-cover floral hippie mumu at 37, show up at 47 in see-through latex, and pose semi-naked, like Keith & co, on the cover of Rolling Stone at 57 and be APPLAUDED for being so comfortable with her body.

Our nature is to desperately want to believe and to take what we believe is the quickest path there even against our better judgment.

Nobody ever sees me. Thank you.

I was just a very dark kid. My family was complicated.