I think if I were living in a utopian world, then it wouldn't be political commentary; it would be about daffodils.

It bothers me that no one has the patience to deal with someone who is just sad.

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.

Lots of people take the option of not activating their own life, of really letting it happen.

There was no correcting past mistakes, especially since he could see no real 'mistakes' he had made. He had done the best he could, and that had proven insufficient.

I think a lot of people have an idea of virtual reality from science fiction, books and movies that have been out over the last couple of decades.

It is time for the Chinese to make good on their word.

Where I live, if I put solar panels on my roof I'm not allowed to sell that energy back to the grid. I can't change that restriction myself. I need our local decision-makers to fix that.

Sunday, if I'm lucky, I'll go to church or listen to some good spiritual advice on the television or on the radio. I take three or four baths to try to cleanse myself, so I'm fresh for Monday.

Why is humanity so excessive in the way it does things? The golden mean seems out of fashion.

Realise when you are 'middle aged' you have a chance for a whole second career, another love, another life.

Family makes life whole to me.

Does the business have a consistent operating history?

Look for the stars, you'll say that there are none; / Look up a second time, and, one by one, / You mark them twinkling out with silvery light, / And wonder how they could elude the sight!