I procrastinate, and I push writing to the last available moment, because I don't like to settle on anything. I guess you can call it indecision or you can call it holding out for inspiration.

The things that keep me awake at night are things like textures and instrumentation and plotting out what things are going to do and what the sounds are that I'm trying to capture.

There's always room for improvement. I'm always focused on the results, and those are the precise things that I don't really experience as a part of the performance.

I dont think I threw myself into music because I had the best intentions; it was because I was really angry.

I always wanted to get into rock music so I could cover up my real personality, change my voice, and create a false self to hide behind.

I love everybody. You have to embrace all facets of humanity; love and accept everyone as being part of yourself.

I get to live down my reputation for being cantankerous if I slowly evolve towards being a really good live show.

I'm not dissatisfied, just not satisfied in an ultimate sense.

I never see songs as permanent. I'm always in a state of revising everything.

My goal is to make something special and pure, and that keeps me going, keeps me busy on the path of sobriety.

I don't work under the illusion that I'm the next whatever. Every time a record comes out, if it gets a good review, I'm like, "Well, one more year, guys. We bought ourselves another year".

Love is deep, a mystery - who wants to understand its every particular?

When a man is sufficiently motivated, discipline will take care of itself.

Those who are already feeling the effects of climate change don't have time to deny it - they're busy dealing with it.

People want to catch a buzz. That is why drugs are illegal, yet people still try to get their hands on them no matter what the consequence. Drugs make us happy, they may not be healthy.

The worst things weren't outside of you.

I always imagined music trapped inside my clarinet, not trapped inside of me. But what if music is what escapes when a heart breaks?

Singing is actually something that I practice almost every day and definitely at the top of my inspirational list.

Clavo saca clavo. Nothing sacas nothing, you reply. No one will ever be like her.

Do not try to do everything. Do one thing well.

Truth had run through my fingers. Every drop had escaped.