I Think Too Much. Being In My

I Think Too Much. Being In My Body Is Much More Satisfying Than Being In My Head.

Hate Doesn't End Hate. Love Ends Hate.

I Think Above All Else [the Social Network] Is A Love Story. And Something Of A Tragic One, I Suppose.

In Secondary School I Was Floating - I Wasn't Passionate About Anything. I Did A Little Sport, But It Was Pretty Joyless Because The Competitiveness Was Too Much To Bear.

If I Can Keep Losing Myself - And Finding Parts Of Myself - In Other People's Writing And Direction, Then That's All I Can Really Ask For. That's All I Want, To Keep Losing Myself.