I really just want to be warm yellow light that pours over everyone I love.
I think in a lot of ways unconditional love is a myth. My mom’s the only reason I know it’s a real thing.
Art is essentially communication. It doesn’t exist in a vacuum. That’s why people make art, so other people can relate to it.
I used to work at a school as a teacher’s assistant, and my mom is a principal at an elementary school. I don’t know, I think that’s a pretty good life, teaching kids.
I’ve always been slightly preoccupied with death or whatever those kind of silly big questions people will tell you to not spend your time worrying about.
Now I believe that lovers should be draped in flowers and laid entwined together on a bed of clover and left there to sleep, left there to dream of their happiness.
When everything is lonely I can be my best friend.
Considering our history, I can think of nothing more American than an immigrant.
I never camped as a kid, but I really got into camping and sleeping outdoors. I’ve also done some amazing river floats in New Mexico and Idaho. It’s peaceful and awesome.
If the world could remain within a frame like a painting on the wall, I think we’d see the beauty then and stand staring in awe.
I’ve cried, and you’d think I’d be better for it, but the sadness just sleeps, and it stays in my spine the rest of my life.
They say it’s better to bury your sadness in a graveyard or garden that waits for the spring to wake from its sleep and burst into green.
I have a car in Nebraska. When I bought it, they gave me a satellite radio, and there’s an ‘indie-rock’ station. It’s just nothing I’m interested in.
Although Omaha is my birthplace and the place I grew up, I don’t see myself spending extended amounts of time there. I feel almost more comfortable and more at peace in New York.