MySpace is such a weird world to me. I don't have a MySpace account. The stuff that's up there, I didn't set any of it up. Fans set it up.

I don't read liner notes and stuff, and I don't read articles very often.

I record to my heart's content whatever I feel like.

I'm more of a perfectionist. I need to be sure everything is exactly where I would want it.

I've recorded a lot of vocals so far and I think they're kinda still in my own world, but I do have that urge sometimes. You want to push yourself to do other things.

I'm trying not to delve into my world of abstraction and self-indulgence. But I haven't. When I sit down and I try not to [be abstract], it comes out really forced and awkward.

If it's a good record or a good recording, then word of mouth will build for that reason, not before the fact, not before anyone's heard it, not because of MySpace or the label.

I like the idea of quietly putting music out there and seeing what it does for itself, to let it take it's own life and see if people respond to it, simply because of what it is.

I don't have a dayjob or anything. And then, winter's [makes it] hard to do anything.

I like things to be a little bit absurd. But I don't really like playing covers.

A decision made in anger, however it was rationalized, was poisoned with bias from its origins. The very fact that I had thought of the option wrathfully rendered it unusable.

It is not fitting, when one is in God's service, to have a gloomy face or a chilling look.

Why is it that many contemporary male thinkers, especially men of color, repudiate the imperialist legacy of Columbus but affirm dimensions of that legacy by their refusal to repudiate patriarchy?

I have been watching and drawing the surface of Mars. It is wonderfully full of detail. There is certainly no question about there being mountains and large greatly elevated plateaus.

Man has long found solace in good talk to offset bad conduct.

Things turn out better by accident sometimes. But you can't organize accidents.

He who does not stretch himself according to the coverlet finds his feet uncovered.

Australian cattle dogs, are not like Labradors, where they just like to just sit around by the fire and get petted. They're working dogs, so they have a lot of energy, and they can drive you crazy.

He knew what he knew: that the real world was full of magic, so magical worlds could easily be real.

The mind can be but full. It will be as much filled with a small disagreeable occurrence, having no other, as with a large one.