“Like, if I go to a restaurant and I order food, I always just eat one thing at a time.”

Time. There is much time left and lots of life seasons. There is much to see, to do, and to be.

The vandal that destroys a window causes not only the owner to bear the costs of replacing it,

It’s been very humbling and very cool to see [that at] each show I tend to see more and more kids lock onto the new lyrics and every night they start to sing louder and louder and it’s just been very exciting.

Tie my handlebars to the stars so I stay on track & if my intentions stray I’ll wrench them away,then I’ll take my leave & I won’t even look back

I’m not so talented at planning things out or having schedules before or sticking to the plan per se

And when you’re a perfectionist little monster, it makes it even harder.

It’s funny how insomnia has a way of hauling faded memories up from the cellar of the mind.

Today I fell asleep reading a book. The book is called INSOMNIA. I win.

I built you a sandcastle because you’re a princess, but I tore it down because I’m a loser.

I’ve definitely had a few moments in my life where I’ve seen somebody and it’s blown me away at first sight

But it’s a blast and I wouldn’t trade the opportunity for all the ice cream sandwiches in the universe.

In my opinion, there is a huge lack of imaginative, unconventional music being created by artists today and what little there is, goes widely unappreciated by the masses

Someone invent a NO LIFE alert so you can push a button and tons of people show up and hang out with you.

Thankfully, I’ve been able to retain 98% of it which I never really expected, so I’m very grateful to be able to control what I can.

It’s a very happy productive place.

Hang on for dear life. You’ve got a better grip than you realize.

The mirror is the tool of the one who wants to do a self-portrait. And if you want to make a photo you need a mirror.

That vie with one another (“qui rivalisent à l’envi,” Fr.), by the increase of their armies and the improvement of their engines of murder (“engins meurtriers”, Fr).

Every one of my works, when I’m looking back, becomes some kind of solution, or something to concentrate on.

Friends die one by one, but so, thank God, do enemies.

The least practical of us have some petty thrift dear to our hearts, some one direction in which we love to scrimp.

There is only one thing in the world that is really valuable, it is to do good.

I think that’s a good thing when the one who is listening, is feeling it in a different way that the one who creates.

Patriotism is not dying for one’s country, it is living for one’s country. And for humanity. Perhaps that is not as romantic, but it’s better.