I do really well in science, but I just don't like it. It's boring to me. My favorite class is probably Spanish - it's fun all around.

Lunch is like, my first real meal of the day. I cannot eat anything in the morning, my body...I can only eat about two hours after I wake up.

I don't wear orange or yellow on the red carpet because my skin kind of blends in with them.

I want to do a jean line for boys and girls that are sometimes too skinny to fit into jeans, or sometimes a little bit too husky to fit into some jeans.

The hardest part about moving from nice California weather was the freezing cold New York.

I'm not like a religious exerciser. My parents go down to the gym everyday now, and I'm the one that stays upstairs. But I definitely need to start exercising.

I want to do the reverse of what people would think.

I don't eat breakfast. I know it's the most important meal of the day but my body doesn't respond to it well.

My friends actually found a fansite of mine, and they all registered to be in it.

I'm really into jeans. It's kind of more for comfort...So, like, comfort and oversized are really in for me.

I want to do drama - no one really sees that. People just think I'm the funny guy and I can't do anything else, and that's just not true.

I don't talk with everybody because i am not everybody, i am single.

Sarcasm is waster on the young.

They say the Pharaohs built the pyramids Do you think one Pharaoh dropped one bead of sweat? We built the pyramids for the Pharaohs and we're building for them yet.

Sometimes you have to resist working on your strengths in favour of your weaknesses. The decathlon requires a wide range of skills.

I am such a bossy producer and such a control freak that there's a part of me that really longs to be bossed around.

The only way to survive is to intently focus on how the art world operates. Once you understand how things work, you can find a solution to the problems you are facing.

If there is something you choose to experience in your life, do not "want" it-choose it.

It is not labor that kills, but the small attritions of daily routine that wear us down.

Many men provoke others to overreach them by excessive suspicion; their extraordinary distrust in some sort justifies the deceit.

I even watched Mulholland Drive in French... it didn't make much more sense in French, but I have to say, it didn't make any less sense either.