The Pattern's Laid Out On The Bed

All Of My Music, My Stage Show, My Personality, My Blog, My Twitter Feed, Anything That's Made Me Me, And A Huge Part Of Why People Like And Respect Me, Is That I Just Don't Spend Much Energy On That Other Stuff. It's Not Worth It. It's A Losing Battle Too. You're Just Screwed The Minute You Engage.

The Impulse To Connect The Dots - And To Share What You've Connected - Is The Urge That Makes You An Artist

I'm Bisexual, But It's Not The Sort Of Thing I Spent A Lot Of Time Thinking About. I've Slept With Girls; I've Slept With Guys, So I Guess That's What They Call It! I'm Not Anti Trying To Use Language To Simplify Our Lives.

I Feel Like If I Were To Play The Game Completely And Just Get Myself In A Giant Bottle Of Nail Polish And Put Myself On Display, I Would Feel Like I Had Somehow Cosmically Lost. I Feel Like I'm Taking A Bunch Of The Ingredients And Using Some Of Them But Not All Of Them And Shuffling Around And Making People Think I'm Doing My Job.

When You're Afraid Of Someone's Judgment, You Can't Connect With Them. You're Too Preoccupied With The Task Of Impressing Them.