Don't wear eyeliner with too much facial hair. It looks strange.

We're just like a movie based on a book-- almost, but not quite as good.

It was the single best sexual encounter I've ever had. We were in the Soho Grand Hotel, and there was a mirror, and I was like, 'Oh my God, you're banging the girl of your dreams and you're watching it right now.'

She is all I could ever ask for, she is perfect, and right now, with those big, green eyes and pillowy lips and alabaster thighs, the idea of doing this for the rest of our lives doesn’t seem all that daunting. She’s the last reprieve. The stay of execution. She gives me hope. But times are tough for dreamers. And even if my dream is a simple one—all I want is for Her to be in love with me forever—I know it’s still a long shot. Life ruins everything.

I think everyone should go crazy at least once in their life. I don't think you've truly lived until you've thought about killing yourself.

Music never leaves you alone, and punk rock will always be there when nothing else will.

Sometimes when it looks like I'm deep in thought I'm just trying not to have a conversation with people.