I'm open to whatever. I think sometimes when people collaborate these days, it's a little bit convenient.

Often times at a concert, I just close my eyes. Music is very transportive and visual for me like that.

I could quite happily just make music because it conjures up a whole visual world for me in my mind.

You can get addicted to a certain kind of sadness, Like resignation to the end, Always the end.

Through the music I hope to give it an arc that gives it a greater sense of a journey through the set rather than a bunch of songs.

Emotionally, I feel mostly out-of-depth, like I will never quite learn how to be what I should be. And that makes me feel pretty vulnerable a lot of the time.

What makes me vulnerable? Well, my ego, probably. I kind of like to try to let go of it. Or feeling out of my depth. In various aspects of my life, whether it's musical or personal.

When I started covering The Beatles and The Rolling Stones in a rock 'n' roll band, it helped me realize that my natural voice is actually really high. It helped me find my voice.

Have your friends collect your records and then change your number.

Music makes me want to dance but I'm not sure that's something anybody wants to observe.

I tend to just do whatever I want on an album and try to make it work. I'm just adventurous. It's most exciting to be at the edge of your abilities. I want to see how far I can push things.

An intelligent man is one who acknowledges his intelligence as that of those who surround him.

All money is a matter of belief.

It might have been done before, but it hasn’t been done by you!

Jesus paid a high price for your peace. Don't give it away.

It's easier to floss with barbed wire than admit you like someone in middle school.

[Being a parent] is tough. If you just want a wonderful little creature to love you can get a puppy.

But that's a side effect of alcohol, isn't it? Stopping to think about other people is not on the bar menu.

I sucked in the smell of her perfume, Viva La Juicy, and was swept away. La Juicy was part of my oxygen supply, even for the year and a half we were apart.

It was the spirit of the workers that was dangerous. The tired, gray crowds ebbing and flowing perpetually into the mills had waked and opened their mouths to sing.

Lay down your head, and close your sleepy eyes, and when again they open, the sun will rise.