The way she says kiss, it sounds different. Like she invented the word specifically for the song.

Nothing's better for art than a little old-fashioned suffering.

I have no idea how to be an artist and a lover, so I chose the one most likely to make me happy when I'm eighty and gazing back on a long and productive life.

Music is always the first thing I notice when I go someplace new.

Writing catchy pop songs is a super-minor superpower, but it's mine.

Sad songs are not my strong suit. All the songs that have saved my life make you feel like driving with the top down or dancing in your room with your best friend.

Passion is never pathetic.

The threat of failure shouldn't kill the fun of dreaming.

Electricity crackles from her lips to mine and I'm stunned it's not visible.

They are kissing—finally, extravagantly, like it's the first thirty seconds of a kissing competition and they can't imagine they'll ever get tired.

Time flies when you're fulfilling your ambitions in a completely unexpected way.

Caring for the poor, resting on the Sabbath, showing hospitality and keeping the home—these are important things that can lead us to God, but God is not contained in them.

Life doesn’t need to be difficult to become impossible.

You can always find the sample that covers what you're hearing, but barely...it allows me to really concentrate on words.

Zeus hates busybodies and those who do too much.

Individual curiosity, often working without practical ends in mind, has always been a driving force for innovation.

Love lasts when the relationship comes first

Memory is very important, the memory of each photo taken, flowing at the same speed as the event.

Nuclear weapons are intrinsically neither moral nor immoral, though they are more prone to immoral use than most weapons.

If you're a Brit you kinda get used to people being cold and aloof and just generally arrogant - particularly musicians. (Compared to Londoners New Yorkers are a walk in the park!)

Stern accuracy in inquiring, bold imagination in describing, these are the cogs on which history soars or flutters and wobbles.