I want so badly to believe that there is truth, that love is real. And I want life in every word to the extent that it's absurd.

The second 'Postal Service' album is threatening to become the 'Chinese Democracy' of indie rock. It will come out eventually, or maybe it won't.

At this point in my life, I find myself obsessed with alternate paths I could've taken. I don't think about this with a sense of regret, but with a sense of wonder.

I'm a war of head versus heart, it's always this way. My head is weak, my heart always speaks, before I know what it will say.

Liking interesting things doesn't make you interesting.

I have always been very open and earnest about some things in my life, some things that are not directly in my life, but they're twirling around me at the time.

And it came to me then that every plan is a tiny prayer to father time.

I don't want to be overdramatic about it, but I'm starting to see a lot of my bad habits get the best of me.

There's a cinematic quality that happens in my mind when I hear something that really lands. An album is just a journal of a life moving through time.

Hall & Oates is one of the few musical groups as satisfying now as it was back then. There's something incredibly musically satisfying about their songs. Nothing has diminished my love for them.

I was literally just going and applying for jobs, and I couldn't get a job, and I was getting more and more broke, and you find yourself groveling for jobs you don't even want.

The most obvious question of every citizen who is responsible to his nation's transformation is, "What can I do in this situation?

Treat people as if they were what they should be and you help them become what they are capable of becoming.

Every child should have the opportunity to receive a quality education.

The commercial class has always mistrusted verbal brilliancy and wit, deeming such qualities, perhaps with some justice, frivolous and unprofitable.

Playin' bass runs and singin' lead vox, is sometimes difficult, but I have three words for you: Practice, practice, practice!

I've already had to wait so long." "How long?" Luce asked. "Not so long that I've forgotten that you're worth everything. Every sacrifice. Every pain.

T is one and the same Nature that rolls on her course, and whoever has sufficiently considered the present state of things might certainly conclude as to both the future and the past.

I don't think Obama understands basic economics. Not economics that work. He may understand some theory that someone in Princeton sat and dreamed up, but it's not working.

We decided long ago that we didn't want Chipotle's success to be tied to the exploitation of animals, farmers, or the environment, but the engagement of our customers.

Occasionally, don't be afraid to say: This is what we deserve.