I Wanted To Write A Happy Song.

Hunger Hurts, But Starving Works, When It Costs Too Much To Love.

The Only Reason That It Takes Me Seven Years To Do Stuff Is Because I Just Don't Really Have A Plan.

When I Came In From Paris Recently, For Some Reason The Guy From Customs Wanted To Know What Kind Of Music I Wrote. I Was Like, "i Really Want To Please You So You Don't Keep Me Here, But I Have No Answer To That."

I Resent Limitations. I'm Going To Be This Way For A While, And Then The Funny Side Of Me Is Going To Come Out. Slowly, People Are Going To Realize They're Seeing A Completely Honest Evolution Of Human Life.

Nobody Is Strong Enough To Not Be Influenced.