In Los Angeles, I feel connected to a hubbub of strangeness. And I enjoy that; I like strangeness.

I read a story about some old opera singer once, and when a guy asked her to marry him, she took him backstage after she had sung a real triumph, with all the people calling for her, asked, 'Do you think you could give me that?' That story hit me right, man. I know no guy ever made me feel as good as an audience. I'm really far into this now, really committed. Like, I don't think I'd go off the road for long now, for life with a guy no matter how good. Yeah, it's the truth. Scary thing to say though, isn't it?

Beginnings are usually scary, and endings are usually sad, but it's everything in between that makes it all worth living.

Three things cannot be long hidden: the sun, the moon, and the truth.

Skills are called hidden treasure as they save like a mother in a foreign country.

When a thing is funny, search it carefully for a hidden truth.