Life is like a box of crayons. Most people are the 8-color boxes, but what you're really looking for are the 64-color boxes with the sharpeners on the back. I fancy myself to be a 64-color box, though I've got a few missing.

By the way, pornography? It's a new synaptic pathway. You wake up in the morning, open a thumbnail page, and it leads to a Pandora's box of visuals. There have probably been days when I saw 300 vaginas before I got out of bed.

Don't be scared to walk alone. Don't be scared to like it.

By the time I recognize this moment, this moment will be gone. . . But I will bend the light, pretend that it somehow lingered on

I remember playing the guitar through the amplifier facing out the window of my house onto the street in the summer time - that was social media in 1992.

Friends, lovers, or nothing, we can really only ever be one.

When you're dreaming with a broken heart, the waking up is the hardest part. You roll outta bed and down on your knees and for a moment you can hardly breathe.