I find that in the 21st century, there's not a lot of compassion for what other people are going through or the walk that they have to walk.

I'm trying not to move, it's just your ghost passing through

Pretty is never beautiful.

Our generation has an incredible amount of realism, yet at the same time it loves to complain and not really change. Because, if it does change, then it won't have anything to complain about.

My father has a pragmatic mind. He marched with Dr King in the 60s, and he's very much for women's rights.

The only way out is to go so far in.

I have so many different personalities in me and I still feel lonely.