Mel: What was your name again? Rain: Rain. Mel: Oh that's nice. Kind of like bad weather.

I diagnosed my loneliness as premature empty nest syndrome.

A kiss is like a fight, with mouths.

No one knows who the real me is, so I can be a hundred different kinds of me.

I think I've always had a disconnect from what I'm supposed to be like.

Mel: What was your name again? Rain: Rain. Mel: Oh that's nice. Kind of like bad weather.

I think growing up on a farm in a certain amount of isolation, with not a lot of friends nearby, makes you entertain yourself and kind of grows your imagination - being alone is quite good for all that. You make up stories, talk to the animals, let them be an audience, a bunch of cows.