Thank God For The Italians, The Most

I'm Constantly Failing, But Not Upset About It. I Think There's A Great Deal To Learn From That.

Your Heart Is Like Glass, If It Breaks, It's Pretty Hard To Put It Back Together Again.

Shannon Isn't Really My Brother...actually He's The Love Of My Life.

As We Breathe And Live, Have A Conversation, And You Look In Someone's Eyes, And You See A Sunset Or Have An Argument Or Read A Book Or See A Painting Or Whatever You Do, It Influences You. And As You Live Your Art, It Changes And Grows Just Like You And Your Soul Or Whatever You Want To Call It. For Me, It's Never-ending, I Call It "the Organizer Of Chaos." That's What I Do With This And I Present It In A Way That I Dream. So Basically, I'm Just Sharing My Dreams With All Of You.

When I Was A Kid, I Used To Live In New York City. There Was A Guy Named Michael Alig. He Used To Throw Parties. And A Couple Of Times, I Even Worked For Him And His Crew, And Handed Out Fliers, And Had My Super-high Shoes On, And Wearing Silver Saran Wrap Around My Head Or Something. It's A World I Was Really Comfortable In: A World Full Of Individuals. I Think What I Like About That World - Besides My Own Personal Interests - Is The Individualism, The Investment In The Self.