Life isn't nearly as sacred as the appreciation of passion.

all i want...is mac and cheese

My mother encouraged me to be artistic. It was written in a contract at an early age that I would be an artist.

The worst crime is faking it.

I remember feeling ashamed, for some reason. I was ashamed of my parents. I couldn't face some of my friends at school anymore, because I desperately wanted to have the classic, you know, typical family. Mother, father. I wanted that security, so I resented my parents for quite a few years because of that.

After I reached my teens I decided I didn't want to hang out with anyone. I couldn't handle the stupidity.

I'm not well-read, but when I read, I read well.