I think I grew a grey watching you procrastinate.

Being an artist for my well being and as a living, I live in a place of observance and interest in what I consider to be the most relevant questions.

Someone will inevitably find something wrong in almost everything, so do what it is that you do best and remember to have enough tolerance for two.

As a surfer, I am interested in the ocean. And I am concerned and interested in all of these natural and cultural rumblings underfoot as well.

I think perhaps love thrives on unlikely circumstances and chance: life thrives on these principles, and is life not love? And love not life?

Some people fall in love and touch the sky. Some people fall in love and find quicksand. I hover somewhere in between, I swear, I can't make up my mind.

All of us are heaven-sent, and there was never meant to be only one.