The worst possible way a relationship can end is when somebody cheats on somebody else.

I like things you can touch and things you can keep, because every bit of communication we have is ephemeral in nature. You can just delete an e-mail and it's like it was never there.

I wish all teenagers can filter through songs instead of turning to drugs and alcohol.

I have rules for a lot of areas of my life. Love is not going to be one of them.

A lot of people have pretty little heads, but it's difficult to find a pretty little mind.

I don't compare myself to anyone else; I don't make comments about anyone else because they do what feels right for them, and that's okay by me.

I've come to a wonderful realization that is fascinating: I have no idea what I'm doing when it comes to love. No one does!