The pressure... It's not real unless you let it be real.
You know, I used to be made fun of as a kid for being really articulate; it was sort of like a strange thing.
Faith is personal if it's to be real.
There are problems that just end up being really hard and by definition the only problems that come to my desk are the ones that nobody else can solve.
We're all eaters. That's our bond. Let's be real.
I would rather be hated every damn day of my life for being real than loved for being something I'm not.
It's very unbalanced actually, to be real. Everything's like deserted.
I'd listen to things that felt really good in the moment and realize they were clouded by enthusiasm or caffeine. And things that I was struggling to get out ended up being really compelling. It's an emotional roller coaster; there's exhilaration and there's shame.
No human being really begins on the day which appears in the passport as their date of birth. We all begin much much much earlier.
I remember being a teenager and being really impressed by "let's sit around and b*tch" people, and I have so little time for those people nowadays.
I think being really connected to a higher power, of having a spirituality to me, has been really good for me and I pray all the time.
Love has to be reciprocated for it to be real.
