Life sucks, but in a beautiful kind of way.

We take it for granted we know the whole story - We judge a book by its cover and read what we want between selected lines.

Sometimes I would want to sink, and then while I was sinking I'd go, "Wait a minute, this isn't what I want to do," and I would calm down while I was sinking and then start rising back to the surface again.

If someone asked me if I could have anything in the world, what would l want? If l could own anything, like owning a piece of art, l think it would be Elton John's publishing, on his first seven albums. I don't want the money. Being able to own those songs Is like owning a painting of someone you admire.

What’s so civil about war anyway?

I'm late to everything. I've always wanted to have it written in my will that when I die, the coffin shows up a half hour late and says on the side, like in gold, 'Sorry I'm Late'.

At times I enjoy writing and at others times I just hate it because it's definitely having to go back and experience some pain and express what you really feel.