How can we be alive and not wonder about the stories we knit together this place we call the world? Without stories our universe is merely rocks and clouds and lava and blackness. It's a village scraped raw by warm waters leaving not a trace of what existed before.

You know, I think the people I feel saddest for are the ones who once knew what profoundness was, but who lost or became numb to the sensation of wonder, who felt their emotions floating away and just didn't care. I guess that's what's scariest: not caring about the loss.

Compromise is said to be the way of the world and yet I find myself feeling sick trying to accept what it has done to me.

Once you establish a look, and once everybody recognizes that look as your look, you never have to think about fashion again.

I think, there are people for whom freedom is a bigger, more important thing than stability.

Vaccinated Time Travel: To fantasize about traveling backward in time, but only with proper vaccinations.

I think that to acknowledge a new generation is to acknowledge some degree of obsolescence in yourself, and that is very hard to do and often comes with undeniable anger.