When I was like sixteen, I was a total chick I had big hair. I was seen as this attractive girl, and I would get all this attention. And then I just cut off my hair, and I quit playing that game.

There's a paradox in every paradigm.

I think I'm a very solitary person. To actually not be anonymous is a bit claustrophobic for me.

TIME is not a thing that's ours to lose.

For every hand extended another lies in wait. Keep your eye on that one girl...anticipate.

Goldfish have no memory, I guess their lives are much like mine. And the little plastic castle is a surprise everytime.

One thing I do find in the "lost" generation or something is a kind of abhorrence of history, you know, like it's boring, dumb, or just not interesting. I think it's terribly interesting if you can get your head around how it relates to where you're standing right here and now.