“We will always be an open ending, a beautiful perhaps.”

How sad it is that you have become something I need to recover from.

Too many broken forevers and tired bones.

She gave me a feeling I knew I would spend the rest of my life chasing.

Some of my best and most glorious love stories are friendships.

I am so sick of missing what was never mine.

Our souls are old friends.

The sun is setting, life is shifting, and this skin is ready.

There is still so much light left in us.

What once felt like heartbreak now feels like divine intervention.

Silence and inaction breed injustice.

I wonder if we ever grieve what was at the same time?

And maybe I’ll find you again, on the next big adventure.

After all this time forever still looks like you.

I hope my journey here ends with us.

I want love to be the altar of these earthly days.

You will always be, my favorite maybe.

It was so incredible meeting Lady Gaga. I mean I’m gaga for Gaga, literally. We kind of just each flew to each other like magnets after the ceremony ended and we were both just crying and hugging.

For me, love is the never-ending question. It is confusing. It is the answer, but it is also inundated with contradictions and complications.

And at the end of the day, I just want my work to speak for itself.

You have to stay fresh and blank in your mind when you go out to bat. You complicate things, and you’re gone.

Democracy and socialism are means to an end, not the end itself.

At the end of the day, people have the right to have opinions. I have the right to have an opinion. And I have the right to say what I want on my music ’cause it’s my music. If you don’t like it, don’t click on it, don’t download it.

The most successful men in the end are those whose success is the result of steady accretion.

I’ll put you through hell, but at the end of it all we’ll be champions.