At first I was laboring under the impression that Chinese lyrics didn't rhyme. That turned out to be untrue - they don't rhyme in translation.

Serious music isn't listened to in a casual setting. You don't want to listen to that in headphones on the subway.

Never try to do anything artistic when you're feeling something overwhelming. It's like driving a car: If you're experiencing road rage, pull over.

If you start out with a song sounding like Britney Spears, and you end up with a song sounding like Pauline Oliveros, you'd better have pretty good liner notes explaining what on earth you mean.

Well, there are certainly original things to say. But I'm not sure that a pop song is the appropriate format to say them in.

I think there is such a valid concept as "serious music," meaning that if you don't take it seriously, you don't get it all.

There's a whole kind of melancholy that you can only attain with reverb. That's an example of a technology introducing a whole new meaning.

I can imagine lyrics becoming better written by smart machines rather than stupid musicians. Songwriters generally have nothing to say. They may as well be replaced by machines.

My mother says I have boring percussion.

When you're making a singular pop song, you don't really need any subject matter. You just sort of say, "Uh, I love you." And then you try to figure out some rhyme for that, and there never is one.

I'm not too sure if I have a very smart approach to revealing my life. Luckily, I doubt if many people really care about my life that much.

The future was one thing that could never be broken, because it had not yet had the chance to be anything.

You're Hell's Angels, then? What chapter are you from?''REVELATIONS. CHAPTER SIX.

She can't have understood you: you are so utterly different from ordinary men. That's what I liked about you when I first saw you

if you follow me, you must be spinning round, because i have not destination.

Understanding faith can be like trying to hold onto jello. Just when you think you've got a handful of the stuff, all you really have is the residue all over your sticky hands.

Man cannot be content in his riches even if he has the whole world, there must be a frivolous extra desire.

Happiness cannot be traveled to, owned, earned or worn.

Larry Bird just throws the ball in the air and God moves the basket underneath it.

You kids shouldn't play so rough . . . somebody's gonna start crying.

Lets just say that I think any person who aspires, presumes, or feels the calling to be an artist has a built-in sense of duty.