Sold my soul to the devil / for nice penmanship. / Now I write real pretty / but I'm starting to regret it.

If I write about something that I've experienced and somebody goes, "Oh my God, I feel the exact same way," then both of us are connected, and when you feel connected to people, you feel understood. You feel a sense of purpose.

In the war between the humans and the robots, the humans had to win. Call me hopeful.

There's going to be ups and downs and that you have to be okay with the downs too and embrace them just as much because they will teach you something.

When you ask my three year old if my iPhone is too complicated, it's not. It's all relative.

It's the sick and twisted male fantasy that we want classy ladies out in the world that make us look good, but in the bedroom, men want subservient women who please all of their whims. It's the typical bullshit of male ego.

If you make everything really on the nose so everyone knows exactly what you're talking about, it's often not as strong.