I always liked to make something creative.

The best thing is to find something you really love to do and enjoy that process for the rest of your life.

I have great samples of my drums and I try to program them pretty much how I want to play them, try and make it feel natural even though it's programmed.

I'm not going to limit myself in ways to compose or how I should record. You just do what you can with what you've got at the moment.

Japan and Europe seem to have a little more cultural education and so the crowds have been a little more big and enthusiastic, and the places I've played seem a little more classy.

Money and fame are very inconvenient and very problematic.

I'm happy doing what I do. That's ok. Some guy could appear tomorrow and do it much better than me, and so be it, but right now I'm just happy to be who I am doing what I do.

You just write one word and that tells you what the next word is going to be.

I just want to make music on the drums.

You just chip away until the puzzle is complete.

I think by the time I finished college I was calling myself a professional because I was, you know. I was making a living playing music.

Maybe the trying is the thing. Maybe it doesn't get better than that. Maybe you never quite get there. And maybe that's okay.

Authenticity is our natural state of being. The authentic self is a state of being where we are centered, creative, adaptive, and inspired.

Everybody came. Everybody came to the Cotton Club.

To love means to embrace and at the same time to withstand many endings, and many many beginnings- all in the same relationship.

Bluh-huh-huh" Minho groaned, a shudder of repulsion, like he'd just stepped in a pile of klunk.

It does not matter much what happens.

As not a native, I have the advantage of not seeing scenes habitually. I can see things fresh.

I'd like to do a completely off-the-wall collaboration. I would like one of my songs to be the hook to a rap song. That would be so much fun!

I am just at tragedy right now.

The primary dues a writer or any artist pays is to remain sentient, and to forfeit the illusionary luxury of such anesthetics as avoidance, numbness, and denials.