You Make A Choice To

I Stopped Beating Up On Myself. I Stopped Asking Myself Why I Didn't Sell This Number Of Records, Why I Don't Have Corporate Sponsorship. I Just Don't Buy Into Any Of That Anymore.

Music Is Like A Lover That I Can't Commit To, But I Seem To Always Find Myself In Bed With.

Your Yes Means Nothing If You Can't Say No.

I Joke That A Person Of Color Would Never Make A Movie Like “midnight In Paris.” Nostalgia Isn’t So Enticing.

We're All Just Bags Of Bones And Muscle And Hormones; I'll Never Understand What Makes Our Minds Do The Things We Do. It's Like That Statue Of The Monkey Holding A Skull. We're Trying To Use A Thing We Don't Understand To Understand Ourselves.