As I paint, I realise, while it's something I do very much by myself, it's very solitary, the creative process feels similar to making music to me now, at least as far as my brain is concerned.

I drive a lot. Just for pleasure. Sometimes I'll get in the Cadillac and drive around the city or the country, kind of trying to get lost basically. Y'know, just see where roads lead.

You should never rely on interviews with musicians as being factual. Most of them are mangled and even have made up stuff in them, that is to say, made up stuff by the writer or editor.

Wise is the tongue, wet of perfect thought.

The first thing that inspires any song is a chord progression. When I have one I really like, I get into the lyrics even more.

I have two step-kids and one of my own on the way. That's three college funds.

If you're a good band then the filter of the band is pretty strong.

I listen to Neil Young and jazz and classical stations and, if my girlfriend's driving, it tends to be Hall & Oates.

I think everybody has a painter inside of them somewhere.

Everyone thinks I'm a wimp and even my own band hates me. Oh, well. I guess I'll just flip 'em the bird!

I don't like to have everything all worked out in my head because there's always a chance of it coming out different than you think it should anyway.

Go slowly, so that you do not bite your tail by accident.

Freedom means equality. If you don't believe in equality for all, you don't believe in freedom.

Death is like thunder in two particulars; we are alarmed, at the sound of it; and it is formidable only from that which preceded it.

It is advertising and the logic of consumerism that governs the depiction of reality in the mass media.

Sometimes you have to resist working on your strengths in favour of your weaknesses. The decathlon requires a wide range of skills.

Create some psychological space between you and your project by imagining you're doing it for someone else or contemplating what advice you'd give to another person in your predicament.

I have four dogs, four horses, a cat, and a bunch of wild frogs

I started violently, as if some unseen hand had goosed me.

Oh my God ... YOU are real. Oh my God ... You ARE real. OH MY GOD ... You are REAL! Oh my God ... You're really real!

Man is the nearest approach to Brahman.