I'm really out of touch with myself emotionally. I've always had a hard time talking about how I feel.

I really hope that when someone puts my record on that they hear me.

Don't ever feel inhibited. It's harder to censor yourself than to just be yourself.

Life is too short to surround yourself with people who aren't looking out for you.

I have this red cardigan that my friend Coco gave me that has holes for thumbs. It's my cozy sweater. I wear it a lot.

My mom used to ask me when I was gonna write a happy song. I still tell her that it's when I start to write really happy-sounding songs that everyone needs to start worrying.

Everything will be okay. I have a sticker on my laptop that says that.

I'm excited to go study and read and immerse myself in something.

I guess I usually write when I'm in a really intense headspace, because it's my form of self-therapy.

I don't want to bury anything in poetry.

Im trying to learn how to cook.

Move forward not back. The people, places and things that brought you down only need you to bring you lower. STAY AWAY!

It was a time when she did not have the words to name things she saw, and so now, when she tried to recall them, the words could never be right.

Human beings and the environment compose a seamless garment of existence, a multicolored cloth, which we believe to be woven in its entirety by God.

Feel you the barren flattery of a rhyme? Can poets soothe you, when you pine for bread, By winding myrtle round your ruin'd shed?

There is no such thing as a good nuclear weapons system. There is no way to achieve, in the sound sense, national security through nuclear weapons.

All the great organizations have great managers at all levels who recognize where their culture is getting stronger and where it is getting weaker. There are always reasons why.

Some wounds grow worse beneath the surgeon's hand; Better that they were not touched at all.

None of the projects or designs which exercise the mind of man are equally subject to obstructions and disappointments with the pursuit of fame.

I told my wife the other day, I'm the Halle Berry of the NBA. Everybody wants this, baby. Everybody wants me.

Loafe with me on the grass—loose the stop from your throat; Not words, not music or rhyme I want—not custom or lecture, not even the best; Only the lull I like, the hum of your valved voice.