I just don't do anything fun anymore. But, that's dying, isn't it? I mean, you die in stages, right? You let things go in pieces.

All experiences, what does not kill you makes you stronger and tougher I think. Life's experiences, whether they be pleasant, unpleasant, torturous or excruciatingly wonderful and blissful, season you somehow and you learn from them.

What are you looking at sugar-tits?

We all present a version of ourselves whether you've got a puppet on your hand or not. To actually be very real out there in a public way, why?

I was spiritually bankrupt, and when that happens, it's like a spiritual cancer afflicts you.

I get pretty dark sometimes, pretty bleak. But that passes.

A guy said to me one time, something really profound, and it's so simple. It's that depression lies. It's a liar and you have to shut it down. There is nothing that alleviates it more than going out and doing something for someone else. It's almost like instant healing. Get away from yourself. People can't even get out of bed and it gets really severe. I've never been at that stage. Everyone goes through low and high and low and high and some people are blessed to be created on an even keel all the way through - but not me.