I do better singing female songs because my voice is so high-pitched.

Like having a great idea, life comes at you fast. It hits you and tries to escape and be expressed in any way possible. In a way, it's a lot like...lightning.

Roses are red, Violets are blue, No amount of money, Can stop me from loving you, Try as they may, Try as they might, I’m not letting go, Without a fight, Some say it’s wicked, Some say it’s sinful, Some it’s wrong, And just wrong, I don’t know much, But when push comes to shove, I definitely don’t believe, There’s such thing wrong as love.

When one thing takes another away, what do we call that?” she asked my class. “Homicide!” I called out

A few of the girls and I jumped into my jetta and took off. "Lets go stand outside someone from Glee's house now," one of them said

Every time I get injured I measure it's severity by asking myself 'Would this stop me from going to Disneyland?'

Not taking yourself too seriously, that's the important thing.