Success is messy. But so is life. Deal with it. Poverty is messier.

The man with but one idea in his head is sure to exaggerate that to top-heaviness, and thus he loses his equilibrium.

Man, when he is merely what he seems to be, is almost nothing.

I feel like giving back is in my blood.

I'm not interested in collage as the refuge of the composition-ally disabled. I'm interested in collage as (to be honest) an evolution beyond narrative.

Only thing on right now, like a night light.

I was concerned about filling my life up with something important to me. To me, it was just necessary

It is difficult to write about any form of mental disease, especially your own, without sounding as if you were examining a bug under glass.

My strength has always been slow songs, so I never deviated from that, I always took care of my base and that's just doing slow songs and just pouring out my heart in songs.

Cities are never random. No matter how chaotic they might seem, everything about them grows out of a need to solve a problem

I hate waking up every morning to my alarm. I always bang my head on the steering wheel.