I'm constantly lying to my dog. He only responds to manipulation and blackmail.

It's weird, I grew up in California, and I've only surfed, like, once.

I'm kind of shy and quiet. But I'm only shy in my personal life. If I'm working, somehow I'm not and it goes away.

The more we look at anything, the more we see ourselves in the thing. This is called projection. There’s an ethics to projection, an unhinged sense of honesty. Honesty is complicated. The truth is fascinatingly flexible. Lying is boundless. It knows no limits. People lie all the time. Lying is an instinct. It’s human nature. We lie to each other; we lie to ourselves. It isn’t right, but we do.

Life changes so quickly. feeling grateful to be around such wonderful people to strengthen and grow with.

I cannot and will not play something if I still have questions. I feel like I am being fraudulent.