I was going to tweet every three seconds about every thought that went through my mind, and I did that for a few days. It was really fun, and funny to me.

All things in the world are singing a song, reciting a poem, inaudibly, to their surroundings, to the things they encounter.

When someone close to you dies, the line is shifted really drastically about what is meaningful and what isn't.

It's interesting to think about the different forms one place can take.

Whenever I get a tweet that's trying to promote a thing someone cares about, I'm like, "how annoying!"

I've been thinking a lot about Anacortes and what it's like to be here, though I'm not trying to get people to move here - I would hate that.

For some reason focusing on destruction and mortality is more poetically exciting to me than hope and love.

I like the idea of politically charged music a lot, but it usually seems to be preaching to the choir and ineffective.

If my music is political in a way, and it might be, it's in the way of generating a sensitivity in people, a deeper awareness of the world around them. That's my goal, at least.

I learned how to sit on the couch in front of the fire and read a magazine, just for like eight hours a day, every day. It was... crazy.

Twitter is so stupid. I mean, it sucks! It's not a good way to communicate and it's really difficult to use it for any functional thing.

With God on your side, what does luck matter?

My theory was that what I had to do was make a study of human behavior.

How can I create a better world? The more you reflect, the more your life will move into the answer.

The new vulcanism is really a daring attempt to connect the present, incomprehensible world to a past, unknown one.

I'm sure that blondes have more fun, but I think that as a brunette I might work more.

I moved to Holland because I wanted to see American art.

Big dreams turn into big things.

This was great fun and a nice paycheck and then, as these things happen, the show was canceled.

You get to know people as individuals. The dreams of people may differ, but everybody wants their dreams to come true. And America, above all places, gives us the freedom to do that

The Christian life is the life of the Lord Jesus Christ lived two thousand years ago, lived now by Him in you!