the anchor man thrown overboard has simply rooted us in history's repeating cycle

It was always important to me to be that kid who could rock the party as well as rock the English professor's mind.

I surrendered my beliefs and found myself at the tree of life injecting my story into the veins of leaves only to find that stories like forests are subject to seasons

Art itself is underserved when we don't realize the power of it.

I think everybody on this planet does that - trying to capture your dream after you wake up.

A lie preserved in stained glass doesn't make it more true.

I spend my time sitting in train stations, parks, parking lots, cafes, just looking at people - eavesdropping, basically. I'm vulnerable to all of it.