I read once that [Pablo] Picasso felt if an artist ever felt totally satisfied with a work she ceased to be an artist. With that in mind, it seems like goals are a terrible idea then.

I find myself trying to translate a lot of the things whirring passed my subjective lens into language I can make sense of, then that tribal tongue becomes rap-language and for whatever reason some people on the internet really like that. To y'all I'm eternally indebted.

Furniture that is too obviously designed is very interesting, but too often belongs only in museums.

It's okay to not know completely what you want or what you should be doing and to stumble a little bit.

I'd love to hold a koala. They sleep 22 hours a day, eat eucalyptus leaves and just hang out. I want to spend some time with that guy

I'm happy to be on a show that's bridging that gap of 'Okay, I'm not a teenager anymore, I'm a man.'