This night felt like a last hurrah, like we could blaze our brightest, at the apex of our insane adolescence. This was our Mardi Gras before the dark days of Lent.

Hate is a lot like love. It's warm and fills you up until every part of you is tingling to release it.

You know those primitive tribal people who believed a camera could steal your soul? Turns out they were right.

He looks like the kind of boy who would jump trains, strum guitars, and pass a joint.

You can't screw up your own suicide and then expect the universe to give you presents wrapped in the skin of a wonderful boy. That's just not the way it works.

The past is past. You tried to kill yourself. So what? I humped a couch in season twelve. We all have our skeletons.

I place a mask on everyday showing I'm alright but am I?

He's written some great songs. I thought that "Blues Man" was a perfect song for me to do as a tribute.

Rock Band never got anybody a date. Never.

Because this is how it feels to live my life: scattered, fragmented, and exhausting.

We shouldn't pray for a lighter load to carry but a stronger back to endure! Then the world will see that God is with us, empowering us to live in a way that reflects his love and power.

I speak to my agent about great roles, and he's like, 'They are all going to Will Smith.

Be the sun and all will see you.

Painting is the art of hollowing a surface.

It'd be nice if Asian actors could be perceived as profitable, which is the bottom line. We're perceived as not mattering much fiscally.

Americans just love convening. They are a convention-happy country and they love to get together to talk.