If we can forgive what’s been done to us... If we can forgive what we’ve done to others... If we can leave all of our stories behind. Our being villains or victims. Only then can we maybe rescue the world.

You'll need to suffer to make any real art.

First your parents, they give you your life, but then they try to give you their life.

It can only take a moment to waste the rest of your life.

Nothing of me is original. I am the combined effort of everyone I've ever known.

It's my petty fear of personal rejection that allows so many true evils to exist. My cowardice enables atrocities.

We are not special. We are not crap or trash, either. We just are. We just are, and what happens just happens.