Music journalists are some of the lazy, most uninspired, dull people I've ever met...

Music is much more of a multimedia sort of thing than I expected.

There are a million things out there every single day that trigger me - songs, smells, even the season that we're in, fall. Something about the air.

It's so easy to hate something. It's harder to genuinely appreciate something.

I'm glad that, despite everything, I was able to get work done and finish something. I never finish anything. So just being able to finish record and to make music is a great gift.

A record is worth 10,000 live shows.

There are just some things that you can't deny.

All I'm trying to do is make music that people like and that makes people happy.

I am super-interested in fashion. I love being a person whose clothes get discussed. That makes it more interesting for me.

I'm like part of the Kurt Cobain school of writing lyrics, which is the syntax of the words is more important than... is where it all comes from.

If I play Coachella, it's sponsored by a company - that's corporate, too. But we're playing it because we're getting paid and we want to be a part of the festival.

We could never learn to be brave and patient if there were only joy in the world

It has become almost a cliché to remark that nobody boasts of ignorance of literature, but it is socially acceptable to boast ignorance of science and proudly claim incompetence in mathematics.

I think honesty is the most heroic quality one can aspire to.

For Time calls only once, and that determines all.

I was a puzzle. An enigma. I was nothing. And then I was again.

I keep my friends as misers do their treasure because of all the things granted us by wisdom none is greater or better than friendship.

I'm a foodie. I enjoy it a lot, and contrary to what it looks, I eat a lot. My comfort food, of all things, would be southern soul barbecue.

There might be some credit in being jolly.

Fear is not always a sin but it always is an opportunity.

I once gave a girl a bloody fake ear in a Tiffany jewelry box with a letter that said, “will you Gogh to prom with me?