I have a critical nature, in the sense that when I look at something I often look for the flaws.

Popularity has everything to do with business and nothing to do with music.

It's great to know that our old stuff still sounds good to our fans, just as it's wonderful to think that we've turned a few people on to jazz over the years.

When you get a groove going, time flies.

What a beautiful world this will be What a glorious time to be free

What do you do with what you're given, and how do you transform it into something worthwhile?

Anthemic rock music is inherently fascist - anything intended to move huge masses of people is politically offensive to me.

I like it when songs develop in some way. Four minutes usually isn't enough time for something to develop musically.

We don't think of ourselves as being perfectionists, really. To us it's more about desperately trying to have it sound more or less OK.

As jazz fans, it was amusing for us to play jazz harmonies on these big, ugly electric guitars.

I've never been comfortable as a lead performer, and I never wanted to be a singer, particularly.

To enjoy and appreciate the beauty of a dazzling spring, I save winter in my warm heart.

All I have learned through trial and error is to stay alert and aware, especially God smiling @ our silliness.

Fiction writing feels more honest to me.

I am anything I wish to be. The world cannot choose for me. No, it is for me to choose what the world shall be.

I find a great deal of comfort and care in my faith and prayer. I'd sooner do without air than prayer.

We must eat three meals a day, even if we're not hungry, and when we fail to fit the current ideal of beauty we must fast, even if we're starving.

I'm going to fight my way out, I'm going to take all my equipment and all my wounded and as many dead as I can. If we can't get out this way, this Division will never fight as a unit again.

To revenge reasonable incredulity by refusing evidence, is a degree of insolence with which the world is not yet acquainted; and stubborn audacity is the last refuge of guilt.

Always have something to look forward to.