I learned from my parents the idea that, if you are devoted enough and you want to study something enough, you can really teach yourself anything.

I never want to repeat the same thing. I always want it to be different from what I've done, and to be not quite sure whether or not I can pull it off, until I hopefully do.

For some reason, I have a very strange conception of time. I am constantly hovering at some overview, more macro.

It seems to be this hot-bed for these ideas and bringing these groups together. You find that the one thing that everybody has in common, whether they're a teenager who has run away from his parents, or a divorcee who lost her husband, is that they all have in common this feeling of searching for a meaning in their lives.

I'm still a bit of a romantic and an idealist and hopelessly naive.

Living in Cuba made me unafraid of whatever could happen to me.

I used to be able to sit in a chair and for four hours straight in a very focused meditative way be in my own world without ay interruption. And now it's like your brain is getting so trained to check your phone, and there is like a dopamine release every time you get a text whether it's a good or a bad one. I'm really worried about what it's doing to our minds.