It's strange because sometimes, I read a book, and I think I am the people in the book.

I have decided that maybe I want to write when I grow up. I just don't know what I would write.

If the right thing came along, I would absolutely direct something I did not write because I love the process so much, but we'll see. I'm taking it day by day.

So, I heard you're this ninja or something.

Old pictures look very rugged and young, and the people in the photographs always seem a lot happier than you are.

Have you ever done that? You feel really bad, and then it goes away, and you don’t know why.

Even if we don't have the power to choose where we come from, we can still choose where we go from there.