What's scary is the unknown, the stuff you can't put your finger on.

If you get into a fight and somebody punches you, you get two feelings. One: That really hurts. Two: That relief in the realness of, like, Wow, this is what it is. It's not an intellectual process.

Every place on earth has a frequency. It's not good or bad, it's just the way it is, and if you can attune yourself to that frequency, then you can find comfort in that.

I always worry that I'm a dilettante: I know something about lots of things but don't have exhaustive knowledge of much.

I know it's a cliché to say I write for myself, but I write for myself.

From a very young age, I was the kind of kid you can just put anywhere and I'd still find stuff to be stoked about.

May we all emerge from winter with our strength renewed and any unwanted pieces left under the ice.