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

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.

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.

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.

What I truly believe, I will achieve.

Mutability is written upon all things.

Human beings are the only creatures on earth that allow their children to come back home.

You can wear them with anything. It's the person and the way that they wear it that makes it different. I have been designing white shirts forever, but I don't get tired of it.

Trees have feelings too, and no one ever says 'hi' to them. Next time you're outside and see a tree, say 'hello'.

The man don't make the vision; the vision makes the man.

You can rave about Stravinsky without the slightest risk of being classified as a lunatic by the next generation .

If a man should happen to reach perfection in this world, he would have to die immediately to enjoy himself.

When some systems are stuck in a dangerous impasse, randomness and only randomness can unlock them and set them free.

I think that my sensibilities are becoming slightly less delicate and I'm venturing out in a storytelling world.