I'm homeless. I've taken to the belief that home is not where we lay our heads comfortably some nights, or where we entertain visiting friends. It's not where love is unconditional. When I look up and realize I haven't run away in a long time, I'll know I'm home.

The saddest thing about death, whether it's our own or someone we care for, is when the world doesn't stop when we do.

the price you pay for opening your eyes is the easy life you can no longer have. but it becomes worth it.

I have no clue if it's true and I don't much want to look, but I bet a war happens inside the cocoon.

as an artist, one of the toughest things to do is getting someone to understand why you think the way you think. And as much as i don't wanna care what they think about my thinking, it comes down to making them understand or watching them leave.

No where in 'humpty dumpty' did it say he was an egg. Maybe your inability to think outside of what others have taught you is what's keeping you from putting him together again.

come. when i finish writing, let's take a drive up the PCH with a bottle of cheap wine and talk about these lives we built