No matter how far I try to travel from people, people always appear. Either they follow me, or they're already there, and I followed them, unwittingly.

In the face of immense tragedy—yet again—unexpected beauty.

How easy to be electrocuted. How fine the line between beauty and peril.

I love that an idea can be so powerful it doesn't matter whether I've seen the artwork for real or not.

Now I wonder if each artwork is in fact utterly inaccessible to everybody but the person to whom it is secretly addressed?

Art, and sadness, which last forever.

Blending into the tinctures and textures of the countryside. The tree which falls without any human hearing still falls, as the creatures who die without being found by a human still die.

I see foxes often, but always they are crossing fallow fields in the distance. Gold flecks on faraway expanses of green. Magnetic to the meandering eye. Enigmatic, unreachable.

I decided that if I didn't allow myself to fall asleep, then I wouldn't have to wake up again and despair.

My mother says: 'People who suffer from anxiety are usually those with the most vivid imaginations.

It’s time to accept that I am average, and to stop making this acceptance of my averageness into a bereavement.

Seniority has nothing to do with intellectuality, your individuality wins the majority or minority, simply because you maintained the status quo of your peculiarity.

Economic progress, in capitalist society, means turmoil.

I'm an adequatist! I would be happy with something adequate. Perfection's out of the question.

What's the point of rap if you can't be yourself, huh?

The only thing wrong with me was that I was a weirdo that hated school. I'm sure now there'd be a disorder for it, but I was just an oddball.

Sean Chen has been an audience favorite from the early rounds. With his floppy hair and outstanding stage presence combined with an extraordinary technique and musicianship, this is little wonder.

If I don't write, I begin to feel unsettled and uneasy, as I gather people do who are not allowed to dream.

We, peopling the void air, Make Gods to whom to impute The ills we ought to bear; With God and Fate to rail at, suffering easily.

I hope some day to meet God, because I want to thank Him for the flowers.

Music is my happiness, my joy, and when my body wasn't right I couldn't get into my music without being healed, without being healthy.