As you get older you realise that nothing lasts forever. It's not depressing, but it does make moments more intense.

In general, I think I'm a very private person. But I also love human beings.

My hair is a wild, untamable beast! I like letting it grow; my bangs grow whatever way they want and I kind of follow their rule. So side bangs, poof bangs - it's kind of unpredictable.

People who create art would be fools to assume they know exactly what people are going to think of it.

I'm a Gemini, so I'm very dual. I love something and I hate it at the same time, so that probably comes out in the lyrics.

I think the Yamaha has a giant quality. When you combine the Yamaha with other organs, you get this crazy rectangular sound. It's kind of flat and thick.

Sound is a very unruly thing, and you have to really respect that it's going to differ every time you play.

I personally do not listen to a lot of music. It helps keep my mind free. I don't want to sound like someone else from the get-go. I want to express myself and the world in my head.

Sometimes people talk about music, whether blogs or magazines, in a strange way where it doesn't seem like they're actually listening to it.

Yeah, it's a lot harder to find a musical partner than a love partner.

If a psychiatrist would analyze [the lyrics], I'm sure they'd come up with something interesting. I really don't try to twist them. I don't want to slash things.

Some friends gladly stay, some move away. Some come and go, but their affections grow. While some, I recall, are not friends at all.

Marriage is love put to it's ultimate test - the grindstone of life. Where the idealism of love meets the everydayness of marriage.

Reality is symbolic. We build it using only the 26 symbols of the alphabet alongside images that speak to us on a linguistic level built from the 26 symbols of the alphabet.

You have been called to a life of blessing, don't descend to that of curses.

Jack, I think I'm having a mid-life crisis. Oh Mom, you're way too old to be having a mid-life crisis.

Nevertheless, the consuming hunger of the uncritical mind for what it imagines to be certainty or finality impels it to feast upon shadows in the prevailing famine of substance.

The Supreme Court is not elected, and it is therefore not a proper arbiter of social policy.

Three-hundred million years from now, the only thing that will matter is whether you're in Heaven or in Hell.

There is a frightful interval between the seed and the timber.

If only the left hated crime as much as they hated hate.