Conor Oberst Quotes

I have a car in Nebraska. When I bought it, they gave me a satellite radio, and there's an 'indie-rock' station. It's just nothing I'm interested in.

I'm happy just because I found out I am really no one

Everything must belong somewhere. I know that now, that's why I'm staying here.

Everything that happens is supposed to be And it's all pre-determined, can't change your destiny Guess I'll just keep moving, someday maybe I'll get to where I'm going

If I could act like This was my real life, And not some cage where I've been placed, Well then, I could tell you The truth like I used to And not be afraid of sounding fake.

The drunk kids, the catholics They're all about the same They're waiting for something Hoping to be saved

we made love on the living room floor with the noise in the background of a televised war and in that defeaning pleasure i thought i heard someone say if we walk away they'll walk away

i keep drinking the ink from my pen and i'm balancing history books up on my head but it all boils down to one quotable phrase if you love something give it away

I'd rather be working for a paycheck, than waiting to win the lottery. Besides, maybe this time it's different, I mean, I really think you like me.

If I loved you, well that's my fault

I think there's a danger, for me at least, in retreating and going inward and depression. I have to stay diligent against that tendency.

I need some meaning I can memorize. The kind I have always seems to slip my mind.

I think it is more like a ghost that has been following us both. Something vague that we're not seeing, something more like a feeling.

I think our music is more about seeing ourselves in each other and trying to find a more humanistic viewpoint for the world.

I went right from wunderkind to washed up. Old. Been around too long. That's just the way I feel. That's my internal dialogue.

There's a very fine line between one person's reality and another person's fantasy.

The way my life's structured, I don't stay in a place for more than a couple months.

It seems like everything I do musically I tend to lose a few fans and gain a few fans, and it all kind of evens out.

One by one I drowned all the people I’d been.

For a sunrise or a sunset, you're manic or you're depressed. Will you ever feel ok?

And I sing and sing of awful things The pleasure that my sadness brings.

There's a lot of optimism in changing scenery, in seeing what's down the road.

And the sad act like lepers They stick to the shadows They long to ring bells of warning To tell of their coming So that the pure can shut their doors.

There's nothing that the road cannot heal

Because the truth is that gossip is as good as gospel in this town. You can save face but you won't ever save your soul. And that's a fact.

My dad, who plays guitar and piano and was in cover bands, along with my older brother, Matt, taught me guitar and stuff. I started writing acoustic songs and playing by myself in 7th grade.

You mean nothing to no one but that's nobody's fault...

I started to sink like the moon tends to do if you stare at it too long Then you blink and it's gone.

And me I'm in the bathroom crying out my eyelids because it's hard to be a man when you're scared, just like a little kid.

My Brother went to college To become a doctor And if he studies hard enough He'll end up just like papa, who hates his life.

I always embrace the worst-case scenario.

The only thing major labels can really offer is money.

I'm a real music fan, so I listen to all kinds of music all the time. I listen to a lot of what my friends or people I know are listening to. I'm always checking out new bands.

It's dangerous to buy into praise and criticism for what you do when you're trying to present your music to people. I don't ignore it completely, but I don't dwell on it too much.

For a song I was bought Now I lie when I talk With a careful eye on the cue card. Onto a stage I was pushed, With my sorrow well rehearsed. So give me all your pity and your money, now (all of it).

There is no Hell when you die so don't look so worried

Love's an excuse to get hurt and to hurt. Do you like to hurt? I do, I do then hurt me.

You could be happy, the minute you try. Why won't you try? Oh won't you try?

I swear that I'm dying slowly but it's happening, and if the perfect spring is waiting somewhere... just take me there.

It's exploding bags, aerosol cans Southbound buses, Peter Pan They left it up to us again I thought you knew the drill It's kill or be killed.

I wanna be your happiness. I wanna be your common sense pain.

I find that moving keeps me optimistic, the idea of what's going to be down the road a bit or around the next bend.

There's all body types, but there's just one size.

Screaming is bad for the voice, but it's good for the heart.

Let the poets cry themselves to sleep, and all their tearful words will turn back into steam.

Why are you scared to dream of god when it's salvation that you want?

The world's become a little too mean.

A lot of the mythology that sprung up around Haile Selassie, it's not like something he asked for, having people deify him. That's pretty heavy. I don't know what you do in that situation.

I'm kind of like, "never say never."

I'm ripe for the picking for the Scientologists - one of those creeps. Someone's got to find me. Some little weird cult can just pluck me up, because I'm ripe for the picking.