All of us, as we mature and grow up - if we're doing life right - we evolve.

Fear, to a great extent, is born of a story we tell ourselves.

I’m a free spirit who never had the balls to be free.

But if I could go back in time, I wouldn't do a single thing differently. What if all those things I did were the things that got me here?

I'm reading George Saunders's story collection, "Tenth of December." He was my mentor at the University of Syracuse. The stories are mind-blowing like everyone says.

You can't replicate walking 94 days through the wilderness by yourself with a really heavy pack until you do it.

You have to pay your own electric bill. You have to be kind. You have to give it all you got. You have to find people who love you truly and love them back with the same truth. But that's all.