I know already that I can survive it. That's the sorrow of it all. That whatever comes I'll survive it. I mean, even if the worst were to be true, would it really be the worst?

Not everyone's life will be a great love story.

I read more books than you can imagine on all sorts of odd topics, which is something that I love.

Artists are always the Johnny Appleseeds of gentrification.

I know already that I can survive it. That's the sorrow of it all. That whatever comes I'll survive it. I mean, even if the worst were to be true, would it really be the worst?