I feel very strongly about the subject matter in The Dallas Buyer's Club - about AIDS and people fighting illnesses, and fighting for survival against bad conditions.

I'm tired of watching attractive people trying to be ugly, struggling for authenticity. Why not be yourself?

Everything I do is 100% automation, which means I'm just doing it live.

What could be more experimental than me writing a straight up love song?

When I go on a nostalgia trip it's not aesthetic. For me it's about trying to recapture the smell or the feeling of something that I've experienced in the past personally.

I don't know if I have any real aspirations to be an actor. It was just something I was asked to do in sort of a friend way. And I thought, Why not?

I always write the first and last song of an album first, and then the middle just kind of happens.

When young groups put out albums, they're always forced to go through this cycle of touring and talking and flaunting and posturing and peacocking. Nobody makes me do that anymore.

The Internet nowadays is all sensationalism, and it's just terrifying when you're actually experiencing it as a person.

I don't think you should make music to make music, just to show that you can. That's the opposite of vitality.

I'm obsessed with five different things a day. It's like lightbulbs in a Christmas light chain.

A mentoring nurse to new doctors: "Check your own pulse first.

The gospel that has been preached in our churches has not been fair to the African continent. It has left us in a beggarly state, waiting on God for things we could produce by and for ourselves

Seem like a lot of people wear shoes they can't walk in.

When President [Barack] Obama announced that he was leaving Iraq, I mean, he was talking about dates and times and what we're going to do.

I feel like I write the same album every time but each time I try to convey the message more simply.

I could drink a case of you, darlin'...and I would still be on my feet, yes I would still be on my feet.

Axiom: you are a sea. Your eye- lids curve over chaos My hands where they touch you, create small inhabited islands soon you will be all earth: a known land, a country.

It is very difficult, it is perhaps impossible, for someone who loves his mother to love the woman whom your father left her for.

The fine-art world knows very little about the cartoon world.

Pray thee, spare, thyself at times: for it becomes a wise man sometimes to relax the high pressure of his attention to work.