Being on stage, it's like, "Ooo-kay, now I remember why all this is going wrong or right!" It's very much my element.

That was how I got into music and art was being a battle kid from Jersey, so I didn't have these wonderful ways of learning commitment, dedication, practicing skill.

I wonder a lot about making things meaningful. You want to do meaningful work and make art, but you're making records, which is good, but you don't want to weight them - it's a very curious thing.

I am not concerned about the 80 BMP consistency law of popular music. I'm concerned with other things, and they're very valid.

I'm at best on stage. It's one of the only places where I actually can feel like a million bucks.

I can deal with all the pangs of having to find money in 20 different places because you don't really reap the whirlwind with this cutting-edge music.

I'd love to sign a contract for the soundtracks to every Wes Anderson movie, you know what I'm saying? Things like that, I have no spots on my conscience about.

Whether it's just the career path of doing independent music, being an artist, however you want to pigeon-hole it, it creates a certain type of character.

The reason I can do what I do on stage is because I couldn't fake it.

At best doing art you feel like you're led by something that doesn't involve you.

You can always find the sample that covers what you're hearing, but barely...it allows me to really concentrate on words.

As they say: A baking man will grasp at a hangman. Whoever gets the job will be dragged into the heat, forced to wear a massive pair of iron shoes, and frogmarched across the minefield at gunpoint.

Educate thyself through reading

I don't have no fear of death. My only fear is coming back reincarnated.

People will pay more to be entertained than educated.

My public image is absolutely not a fair reflection of who I am.

I feel like I'm always put with someone who's like, "Come on! Please be happy!".

If you want to find your purpose in life, find your wound.

Perhaps the Mad Hatter had a reason for calling time Him.

I couldn't touch my toes with straight legs, but I could break 4 minutes for the mile.