It really doesn't matter to me what people say about me anymore.

Telling what you feel, trying to talk about what's important to you, does not make you weaker.

But I can't confront the doubts I have. I can't admit that maybe the past was bad, and so, for the sake of momentum I'm condemning the future to death so it can match the past.

I don't consider myself a great writer, but I would like to think that I can at least proof- read.

It's funny, because my last record was a lot about isolation and people living in separate worlds that other people can't even understand, which drug addiction is the perfect negative example of.

There's a lot of music that sounds like it's literally computer-generated, totally divorced from a guy sitting down at an instrument.

Everyone's just extracting meaning and feeling and emotion from almost every aspect of music, and I think that for me, it's a huge antidote to that to have a concept album.

When things are really great, it just means everything's in it's place.

I wanted to try to write songs on the piano to get a different flavor.

Better take the keys and drive forever. Staying won't put these futures back together. All the perfect drugs and superheroes wouldn't be enough to bring me back to zero.

The knock-out punch is always the one you never see coming.

Always there whom we believe shouldn't be and never are there whom we believe should be.

Our attitude is that we want to cross over. You can't go on making records just for your own hometown.

An individual's treatment and alternatives in life may depend as much on the reputation of the group to which that person belongs as on their own merit.

I love helping someone else tell their story, but I like being the storyteller sometimes.

If you go to church, and like the singing better than the preaching, that's not orthodox.

When you're young, you don't feel iconoclastic - you're just kind of doing what seems natural, what moves you.

Unless you frame yourself, others will frame you — the media, your enemies, your competitors, your well-meaning friends.

Who are you going to believe, me or your own eyes?

She needed him to be him. Even if he could not be hers.

When there is firm conquest over covetousness, they who have conquered it wake up to the how and why of life.