Lies are ants, the truth is the sun, and questions are a magnifying glass waiting to be picked up by the curious.

There really is no time for wallowing in the miseries of life: we don’t have all the time in the world, we have all the world, and not enough time.

At the end of the world the sunset is like a child smashing a pack of crayons into God’s face.

They say beauty is in the eye of the beholder, but us sheep know, true beauty is not in the eye: it lives in the mind.

All the best bits of a film happen when I'm looking down at my phone. Life, is similar.

Anything you want to do is possible; fear is not meant to prevent but to motivate your heart into the life you naturally think is improbable.

Humans are born free then put into cages, then convinced freedom is what being in a cage is, and what freedom is, is being in a cage.

Some days I am the flower beneath the machine. And the machine rolls slowly on, blocking the sun, without a care for what it tramples beneath.

My eyes open after my mind. All eyes always do.

Nobody has to do anything wrong to end up living a life that feels like it’s not their own, all they have to do is take a step back, and hope for the best.

Sleep doesn't come easy when a broken twig conjures images of a hulking mental patient snapping the arms off children, over by the bin.

If you look at the history of the U.S., we were an empire long before we were a nation.

We've had a day of great drama and of humour too. The rumour mill is now taking over

I am affirming that the casting couch for men exists in the modeling world

Vines and trees will teach you that which you will never learn from masters.

I have the body of a GOD

The two stallions, the silver and the black, represent the equine god (whomsoever horses pray to) in this ritual so ancient that no one knows what god to thank.

What difference does it make?

Life is short, he thought. Art, or something not life, is long, stretching out endless, like [a] concrete worm. Flat, white, unsmoothed by any passage over or across it.

You are not one person, but three: The one you think you are; The one others think you are; The one you really are.

My clothes have a story. They have an identity. They have a character and a purpose. That's why they become classics. Because they keep on telling a story. They are still telling it.