I like the idea of interviews where you just talk about stuff instead of where it's my chance to talk to my public through something else.

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.

There's a sorrow and pain in everyone's life, but every now and then there's a ray of light that melts the loneliness in your heart and brings comfort like hot soup and a soft bed.

Being present means being completely aware of all that is. It means you’re not in denial, you’re not pretending, and you’re not avoiding.

Our love is our life itself. What our love is like determines how we live and therefore everything about what we are as human beings.

If our writing is worth anything at all, then we have to put ourselves into it.

For me, science is just a bunch of tools - it's like playing the violin.

A house with a great wine stored below lives in our imagination as a joyful house, fast and splendidly rooted in the soil.

Fallacies do not cease to be fallacies because they become fashions.

The heart is like a garden. It can grow compassion or fear, resentment or love. What seeds will you plant there?

Who's a prince or beggar in the grave?

I decided long ago never to walk in anyone's shadow; if I fail, or if I succeed at least I did as I believe.