I just want to fly under the radar, because when you start to make yourself into a big deal, that's when you get shot down.

I'm not sure if I'm depressed. I mean, I'm not exactly sad. But I'm not exactly happy either. I can laugh and joke and smile during the day, But sometimes when I'm alone at night I forget how to feel.

Sunlight feels warm and rough against your skin like a kiss on the cheek from your dad.

Talking to a drunk person was like talking to an extremely happy, severely brain-damaged three-year-old.

I'm really not up for answering any questions that start with how, when, where, why or what.

This star won't go out. And it won't. we won't let it.

I'm in love with you, and I'm not in the business of denying myself the simple pleasure of saying true things.