I think music is a selfish masturbatory event - for the listener, the maker, the candlestick...maker.

I like to keep my feet on the sidewalk.

If you're trying to do something different, you can't ask someone to help, because they'll want to make it not different.

I think more people need to make out.

I think people listen to whatever they think is good.

Sometimes you actually get caught in the web of things where people are talking about... what kind of breakfast cereal you like.

I got into guitar because no parent will buy their eight-year-old kid drums, unless they're divorced and trying to get back at their wife.

I write about my life and the lives of people around me and situations, and the idea's for each record to try to make you a better person, to understand the life that you lead more.

I think the notion of understanding each other is a relief. It's not a thing you get with everyone you hang out with.

I break my back for music because it's something that I love, but I'm not going to break my back for a bank. I wouldn't want to be an ATM repairman; there are some things that just aren't worth it.

I think everyone is trying to figure out who they are and their own thing.

Love is a sacred spirit.

They’ve worked the absolute-power-corrupts-absolutely truth since the beginning of time. They foment destruction and chaos. It puts them in their happy place.

During the last years of Mayakovski's life, when all poetry had ceased to exist . . . literature had stopped.

I'm not trying to write for the masses. I don't care.

A man does not necessarily sin who does that which our reason and our conscience condemn.

Large flocks of butterflies, all kinds of happy insects, seem to be in a perfect fever of joy and sportive gladness.

You get a checklist, and then you just sort of ride herd on it. It's just a few items on a single sheet of paper.

Christians assert that because there is fundamental weirdness at the quantum level of the very very small one must pretend to know things one does not know, aka have faith.

In the presence of nature, a wild delight runs through the man, in spite of real sorrows.

No joy can equal the joy of serving others.