I have always been very open and earnest about some things in my life, some things that are not directly in my life, but they're twirling around me at the time.

I want so badly to believe that there is truth, that love is real. And I want life in every word to the extent that it's absurd.

The second 'Postal Service' album is threatening to become the 'Chinese Democracy' of indie rock. It will come out eventually, or maybe it won't.

At this point in my life, I find myself obsessed with alternate paths I could've taken. I don't think about this with a sense of regret, but with a sense of wonder.

I'm a war of head versus heart, it's always this way. My head is weak, my heart always speaks, before I know what it will say.

Liking interesting things doesn't make you interesting.

And it came to me then that every plan is a tiny prayer to father time.

I don't want to be overdramatic about it, but I'm starting to see a lot of my bad habits get the best of me.

There's a cinematic quality that happens in my mind when I hear something that really lands. An album is just a journal of a life moving through time.

Hall & Oates is one of the few musical groups as satisfying now as it was back then. There's something incredibly musically satisfying about their songs. Nothing has diminished my love for them.

I was literally just going and applying for jobs, and I couldn't get a job, and I was getting more and more broke, and you find yourself groveling for jobs you don't even want.

I seize the moment and create bliss, right now!

I'm in favor of immigration but we also need rules.

Oh yeah, gossip. I heard you on the secret wireless. You know the devil's radio child.

The camera is one of the greatest liars of our time.

Pride! In English it is a Deadly Sin. But in Urdu it is fakhr and nazish - both names that you can find more than once on our family tree.

I love conventional apocalypse movies. In movies, I like to be with the President, or the scientist trying to solve the problem, but that's not the kind of fiction that I like to read.

So here we are, talking about Roman unicycles and alien sandwiches and my sister’s Italian misfortunes, while hanging in between us is: MY EPIC FAILURE TO CARPE. What’s wrong with me?

I've always been the go-to girl for all of my girlfriends in terms of relationship advice or clothing advice.

Trust your imagination. There is always something in the box.

I am a patriot and I want to see this country [the USA] soar again.