“I knew I was different. I thought that I might be gay or something because I couldn’t identify with any of the guys at all. None of them liked art or music. They just wanted to fight and get laid. It was many years ago but it gave me this real hatred for the average American macho male.”

No one is afraid of heights, they’re afraid of falling down. No one is afraid of saying I love you, they’re afraid of the answer.

I would like to get rid of the homophobes, sexists, and racists in our audience. I know they’re out there and it really bothers me.

You do learn things and one of them is that happiness has nothing to do with validation from other people, the important thing is being happy with yourself.

I like to complain and do nothing to make things better.

Who needs action when you got words?

Once you fall in love, It’s different.

Please read my diary, look through my things and figure me out.

I didn’t know how to deal with success. If there was a Rock Star 101, I would have liked to take it. It might have helped me.

Before I die many will die with me and they’ll deserve it. See you in Hell.

I like to feel prejudice towards people who are prejudice.

I started to be really proud of the fact I was gay even though I wasn’t

Birds scream at the top of their lungs in horrified hellish rage every morning at daybreak to warn us all of the truth, but sadly we don’t speak bird.

We have no right to express an opinion until we know all of the answers.

I’m going to be a superstar musician, kill myself, and go out in a flame of glory.

Practice makes perfect, but nobody’s perfect, so why practice?

Dreaming of the person you want to be is wasting the person you already are.

Never mess with a poets heart for they know how to turn broken pieces in a written masterpiece of art.

No art is greater than a human heart.

The greatest form of art is unconditional love.

Hope is a gift I hold in my heart. It spills into words and gets written into art.

You’re a work of art only just framed by my eager fingertips.

Its painful to see when your own people doesn’t support your artistic calibre. The very quality strangers call you extraordinary for.

I mastered the art of not caring and wow it made me more daring.

Thoughts on a tapestry. Colour or black and white. A brush, a pen, A flash of light. Ideas flowing soon, about to take flight.