There's something mystical in the air and in my heart.The weather is showing my emotions.

It is raining at the top of my roof and I'am inside my blanket in this chilling night with an open window, missing my love and listning the rain singing a lullaby to me.

Rain is appealing. I can just stand out there letting the rain beat upon my back.

Can I really take God at his word?

Anyone can wear anything in fashion, as long as is worn by a celebrity they love.

A healthy dose of guilt never hurt anybody. It's what civilization was built on, guilt. A highly underrated emotion.

Some lived in it and never felt it but he knew it all was nada y pues nada y nada y pues nada.

My songs are like Bic razors. For fun, for modern consumption. You listen to it, like it, discard it, then on to the next. Disposable pop.

Never forget: the secret of creating riches for oneself is to create them for others.

I'd always liked jogging because it was a place to think.

I am in trouble here. This woman is not right.

Mental illness, of course, is not literally a "thing" - or physical object - and hence it can "exist" only in the same sort of way in which other theoretical concepts exist.

There's something about guitars, they're just so big, you know what I mean? You're just like, 'Ugh!' It just seems so overwhelming. And the ukulele is, like, the opposite of overwhelming.