I am beginning to know what it feels like to be a woman. To have people looking at you all the time. And I'm sorry ladies, I had no idea! But people are looking at me all the time. It's like I have musical boobies!

When you're just open but not honest, then you start free-associating garbage.

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.

I know the heart of life is good.

Not worrying is a skill. It's a skill not breaking down every single moment.

Numb is the new deep, done with the old me, and talk is the same cheap it's been.

I am invincible, as long as I'm alive.