I wish friends held hands more often, like the children I see on the streets sometimes. I'm not sure why we have to grow up and get embarrassed about it.

I'm not interested in making what's easy. I'm interested in making what's beautiful.

I don't believe in fashion. I believe in costume. Life is too short to be same person every day.

The more you know who you are, and what you want, the less you let things upset you.

I didn't know it was possible to simultaneously hate and ache for someone.

I don’t understand why things always go from perfect to weird with us. It’s like we’re incapable of normal human interaction.

My smile wavers as I revert to my natural state of being: nervous and weird.