When you have to work with and exist amongst cynical, burned-out personnel on a set, it doesn't matter what you're shooting or how much you're being paid - it's not worth it.

Here in this moment we are beautiful, nocturnal creatures and our thoughts and words are jewels guarded by the moon.

I hate it when men go to strip bars. It lowers the rest of us that know if a man has to pay to see a woman naked, he is a loser and probably should get weeded out.

Everything you do makes my body scream with loneliness.

I could fall in love with a cruel desert that kills without passion, a canyon full of scorpions, one thousand blinding arctic storms, a century sealed in a cave, a river of molten salt flowing down my throat. But never with you.

Young, gay and stuck in Arkansas? Sounds like a horror flick.

Where there is young people and vitality, you're going to find punk rock.