I was suddenly very aware of the fact it was me standing up in that tunnel with the wind over my face. Not caring if I saw downtown. Not even thinking about it. Because I was standing in the tunnel. And I was really there. And that was enough to make me feel infinite.

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.

Welcome to the island of misfit toys.

It's kind of like when you look at yourself in the mirror and you say your name. And it gets to a point where none of it seems real.

I feel like a big faker because I've been putting my life back together, and nobody knows.

The truth is, when it gets really quiet, when the silence gets too loud, i really start to miss everyone.

Girls like guys to be a challenge. It gives them some mold to fit in how they act. Like a mom. What would a mom do if she couldn't fuss over you and make you clean your room? And what would you do without her fussing and making you do it? Everyone needs a mom. And a mom knowns this. And it gives her a sense of purpose. You get it?