I like the idea of politically charged music a lot, but it usually seems to be preaching to the choir and ineffective.

All things in the world are singing a song, reciting a poem, inaudibly, to their surroundings, to the things they encounter.

When someone close to you dies, the line is shifted really drastically about what is meaningful and what isn't.

It's interesting to think about the different forms one place can take.

Whenever I get a tweet that's trying to promote a thing someone cares about, I'm like, "how annoying!"

I've been thinking a lot about Anacortes and what it's like to be here, though I'm not trying to get people to move here - I would hate that.

For some reason focusing on destruction and mortality is more poetically exciting to me than hope and love.

If my music is political in a way, and it might be, it's in the way of generating a sensitivity in people, a deeper awareness of the world around them. That's my goal, at least.

I learned how to sit on the couch in front of the fire and read a magazine, just for like eight hours a day, every day. It was... crazy.

Twitter is so stupid. I mean, it sucks! It's not a good way to communicate and it's really difficult to use it for any functional thing.

I was going to tweet every three seconds about every thought that went through my mind, and I did that for a few days. It was really fun, and funny to me.

The church speaks finally in that it prays for the world.

Using for a noble purpose is still using.

Earth is a heaven but man often creates many hells within this heaven and a fascist country is one of the hottest and the most suffocating hell amongst all those hells!

It sounds like a terrible idea, ” said Friday. “But that doesn’t mean it won’t work.

Even the Dead Hunger for Life.

Stop calling it a dream, its time to call it a plan, never relent kick-starting that plan, it will surely yield greatness

Creativity is more than mere imagination. It is imagination inseparably coupled with both intent and effort.

These are frightening times...when she feels herself annointed by loneliness.

We are evidently no friends of Satan. Like the kings of this world, he wars not against his own subjects. The very fact that he assaults us should fill our minds with hope.

I think there's nothing more wonderful than using fiction to reflect real-world cultural ideas.