If I Were To Lose My Memories,

Everything Is Perfect. Everything Is Fine. The Rules Of Life Are Made Up. The Rules Only Exist In Your Mind. Of Course There May Be Courtesies And Closures And Laws To Abide, But The Zeal With Which You Play Relies On Where You Draw The Line

New York City Has The Most Beautiful Women.

It’s Strange How Dreams Get Under Your Skin And Give Your Heart A Test For What’s Real And What’s Imaginary.

There's Nothing More Vulnerable Than Just Standing In Front Of A Thousand People, Or Ten Thousand People, And Doing Your Best To Entertain Them, Touch Them In Some Way.

Whenever There's A Camera In My Face, That's When I Feel Vulnerable, And Then It Turns Into A Little Bit Of Being Self-conscious, Which I Think Is The Worst Kind Of Vulnerability.