“Reality is a lovely place, but I wouldn’t want to live there.”

You work so hard at something to make sure that it’s very pure and very genuine and very steadfast to who you are, so creative control for me is a big one.

Unearthing buried bits of nostalgia from deep within and spreading the broken, jagged pieces out in front of you like a display of junk at a garage sale.

For me, it’s always best to just push everything out and just disappear by myself alone somewhere – and it’s kind of like a need of mine.

I’m so fascinated with audio gear and recording techniques and whatnot, it’s pretty mesmerizing.

Usually, whatever’s in front of me is what I’m focused on and it’s 100% on that and then I kind of move from one thing to the next.

And I’m like, “I don’t know. That’s just the way I am.” So if I found the perfect girl she would totally get that and say, “You’re quiet, and that’s the way I love you.

It’s very cool for me to be able to get in an airplane and fly for fourteen hours

It makes you feel cheap and guilty when you didn’t do a thing in the world to kindle the dull burn in your veins or the sting in your eyes.

I really do like surprises.

But yeah I’m very much a spontaneous guy and it’s sort of hard for me to multi-task and to have all these things going on at once.

I ache with everything in me to make it count, so that when I finally cross the finish line, I’ll hear the words, ‘Well done, good and faithful servant.

I’ve been around many girls who have been super outgoing.

Their stunned silence was always very reassuring.

Cultivates and nurtures an entirely new species of headache.

And a lot of times, they would say to me, “Why are you so quiet? What’s wrong with you?”

I kind of tend to do most of my adventures in my mind.

Listen, I have to spend every single day living with me, so I know for a fact; I’m lovely, I’m completely lovely.

It sounds so lovely in French. So I took that because it was the subject: I and myself and myself and I. Which is, in a way, boring, because it is a contradiction.

The idea of an ordered and elegant universe is a lovely one.

Read for yourselves, read for the sake of your inspiration, for the sweet turmoil in your lovely head.

There is that lovely feeling of one reader telling another, ‘You must read this.’

Don’t Let Him Know is a rich, evocative and brilliantly told tale of family, of loyalties, and of love that must stay secret.

Your pain is a school unto itself–– and your joy a lovely temple.

Well, we’ve been lucky devils both And there is no need for a pledge or oath To bind our lovely friendship fast, By firmer stuff Close bound enough.