Believe in the power of songs.

It bothers me that no one has the patience to deal with someone who is just sad.

I think if I were living in a utopian world, then it wouldn't be political commentary; it would be about daffodils.

It's a strange life... you really don't know how you will impact people or how things will play out.

Being alive and understanding that and making the decision to actually live take a lot of courage.

Sometimes it's better to live through someone's work than the person themselves, and to realise that every human being is flawed, but through art they can be perfect.

I just write what comes to me. I didn't sit down and say ok, here is my statement. It's just a song that has a shout out.

Generally I try to read anything but indie rock journalism or anything about music at all, especially in the summer.

The writing process is very much like being in a dark tunnel, and you don't really know what you will end up with until you have created it.

Until the day we die, our lives are unwritten, which is sometimes a terrifying thought.

It's not my fault that people are perverts.

The start and the end is same for all of us. We were all born, and we will all die - in the same state. It is the journey where we experience Happiness.

... it is because we have acquired technical knowledge without understanding the total process of life that technology has become a means of destroying ourselves

There comes a time in every man's life, and I've had plenty of them.

The boy shall have a proper beating,' said Cecil. 'But I beat him already,' I said, 'and don't tell me I didn't do it properly. I'm touchy about these things.

It's just about really being sensitive, and trying to play a music that is about music.

The decline of the aperitif may well be one of the most depressing phenomena of our time.

It's a weird scene. You win a few baseball games and all of a sudden you're surrounded by reporters and TV men with cameras asking you about Vietnam and race relations.

At length the man perceives it die away, And fade into the light of common day.

People read with their ears, whether they know it or not.