If mothers ruled the world, there wouldn’t be any goddamn wars in the first place.

I think the first thing I did was several scenes from Romeo and Juliet.

I started to repeat to myself "If I'm not where I want to be, it's because I'm not good enough... yet." Which meant it was up to me.

I think when you're reaching outside of something you're comfortable doing, you're just heading towards a light. I don't think you stop to justify it.

I'm highly emotional, so I'm highly aware of humiliation.

In reality, people are people. Age does a weird thing to your body on the outside. It makes your face fall and weird things happen all over. But inside, you're the same person you always were.

I don't know what happiness is. I have periods of feeling joyous and peaceful and excited about what I'm doing, but I am also frequently very sad.