Laughing and Love. They are both drugs.

But we are what we are, and humans will always hate.

I think as an artist or a writer it's OK to want to control your own work.

Sometimes skulls are thick. Sometimes hearts are vacant. Sometimes words don't work.

I hadn't learned yet that everybody's locked up some way or other. That's how life is we're all imprisoned by something.

Not everyone who works hard makes their dream come true. You need luck and hard work and being in the right place at the right time but I still very much believe it's possible.

In my mind my obituary is done.It is done and it is right. It tells the truth and as awful as it can be, the truth is what matters. It is what I should be remembered by, if I'm remembered at all. Remember the truth. that is all that matters