The most interesting place by far was Afghanistan. Just because it is a place that I cannot see myself living. The hardness of the people and the history of the country is just so completely intense.

Questioning anything and everything, to me, is punk rock.

The arts in America exist in spite of America, not because of America.

For me, returning to Los Angeles annihilates the memories of where I have just been with an astonishing speed.

There's something about being under-rested and knowing that the situation is going to remain that way for quite some time that makes things more meaningful.

Being an artist is dragging your innermost feelings out, giving a piece of yourself, no matter in which art form, in which medium.

Maybe some things are better left broken and scattered Veiled in darkness, secret bitterness and self-doubt I should have known better Than to start something that I couldn't finish That I couldn't care about That I couldn't remember starting in the first place I don't want to know you You went years without me You might as well keep going.