God, our world is so complicated.

When I walk through the city, I just think that I see my family. I see us in everybody, you know? I see us.

Maybe one day you’ll understand I don’t want nothing more than to sweetly hold your hand.

I'm much more drawn to fiction, to short stories, and to plays, than I am to diarists.

No one laughs at God in a hospital.

I think that when somebody tells you something of value, a lot of the time there's this thing that happens, and I don't know if you find it, where they go exactly for the word or the moment or the thing that you were hoping they wouldn't notice, or inside didn't feel 100 percent secure about. If they point it out, then that really sends you the message of, "Okay, I was trying to override my own instincts about it, and I guess I shouldn't."

I've been thinking a lot about space. It was one of those slow-motion realisations how little we are, how far we are from everything else in our solar system. This idea of distance started kind of haunting me. How do you go forth and accomplish things but not end up leaving everything you started out with in the dust?