I've seen quite a bit of the world, but I really like Sweden and feel like I could live there some day.

Motivation is just this potion to create stuff, a compulsion to express the truth of my own experiences in this life.

People are complex. I'm just showing my complexity.

I see a long lost home in his eyes. He sees a nice hotel in mine.

My music - that's the one area I won't let myself be pushed around. But in other parts of my life, I'm a confused mess.

I'm just trying to get rid of all the mystery surrounding me and let people see what I'm thinking. So they can understand me and stop assuming things about me.

If life is a performance, and I am not an actor, am I supposed to lie down and die?