I knew what I wanted to do when I was 13 and I had to go through four years of high school to get out. That's a blessing, because I never had to lay on my bed staring up at the ceiling going, 'What am I going to do with my life?'

I love you more than songs can say, but I can't keep running after yesterday.

Very few things in life are worthy of the kind of emotional distress we put ourselves through.

I don't jerk off because I'm horny. I'm sort of half-chick. It's like District 9. I can fire alien weapons. I can insert a tampon. No, I do it because I want to take a brain bath. It's like a hot whirlpool for my brain, in a brain space that is 100 percent agreeable with itself.

Look, demanding somebody do anything in this day and age is not going to fly.

I was very successful from a very early age, and I want to keep 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