Barrel of the gun, rounds one two three She says I have to pick: choose you, or choose me Metal to the temple, the explosion is deafening Lick the blood that covers me She’s the last one standing “Roulette” Collateral Damage, Track 11

You're just trying on different identities, like everyone in those Shakespeare plays. And the people we pretend at, they're already in us. That's why we pretend them in the first place.

You have to fall in love to be in love, but falling in love isn't the same as being in love

I've become to realize there's a world of difference between knowing something happened, even knowing why it happened, and believing it.

In the lead-up to the launch of my new book I Was Here, I’ve seen a lot of discussion about depression and suicide and mental health and YA dealing with such intense matters. What I haven’t seen discussed is kittens.

Traveling is not something you are good at. It is something you do. Like breathing.

Concert' doesn’t mean standing up like a target in front of thousands of strangers. It means coming together. It means harmony.