It's funny, I write lyrics in a bizarre way - I'm always writing lyrics, mostly when we're traveling or walking around New York, that's when I'm writing most of the stuff.

I love Tumblr, I love it, it's like collaging and collecting images, it's such a fun thing to do, it's something that's really therapeutic and I don't really know why.

Which even though we do have a very visual aesthetic and identity, we love it when people make their own videos to the music.

Growing up with Tumblr, I can imagine if I was fourteen now being in high school and being on Tumblr all the time in class - that must be such an annoying thing for teachers to have to deal with!

I can imagine for some bands the ability to make your sound and make your identity known could be challenging.

I think if you don't be proactive about how you want your music to be visually represented, I think other people will do it for you.

I think in this day and age it's very important.

"Pop" was a dirty word for a really long time and it feels like that's not the case anymore.

I loved you unabashedly in the rain, you were real, raw, accustomed to pain. I loved you mostly in the rain, where you exposed your broken soul, unashamed, dancing despite it all.

I'm hosting weekend retreats all over America. It is like a 24-hour slumber party for moms. We laugh, eat, play games, get massages, win prizes, talk about parenting and even cry a bit.

No longer associated simply with objects and appearances, design is increasingly understood in a much wider sense as the human capacity to plan and produce desired outcomes.

I was a total punk. But I was still an outcast, even with the punks and stuff.

All this cuddling and kissing on stage these days, well it's all right in football when someone scores a goal, but not when you're playing darts.

Most times when you try to be all things to all people, you end up being nothing.

Color in a picture is like enthusiasm in life.

You have to manage a system. The system doesn't manage itself.

When you finally accept that it's OK not to have answers and it's OK not to be perfect, you realize that feeling confused is a normal part of what it is to be a human being.

If you are going to go through hell, keep going