They read all the books, but they can't find the answers.

Everybody is just a stranger, but that's the danger in going my own way.

I can't even explain to you how terrible that feels, that I equate dating a woman with punishment, shame, guilt, disappointment, reproach, reprimand, persecution. It's a nightmare.

Everybody enjoys arguing about the current state of music because it feels as if you are talking about something incredibly important, yet it requires little understanding of the subject matter at hand. It's like world politics meets the pink questions in Trivial Pursuit. Points are made but nothing gets accomplished.

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

I have these accidents, these mistakes, these self-inflicted wounds, and then I tear my head to shreds about it for days.

Sometimes I get scared that I’m going to enter a web address into Twitter thinking it was my browser. That would be bad.