The word "down," is very musical. It just always comes.

We're probably a couple of freaks who've created their own little universe, are living in our own little world and that's the only place where we can survive.

Lou Reed is something like a personal favorite of mine, but you could always put me into that drawer of singers who can't really sing, who speak their songs.

If a voice is just too nice, without an edge, it kinda all flows by. You forget it. You don't listen to the lyrics.

A good voice isn't so important. It's more important to sound really unique.

I'm not sure if you can blame everything on the American way of life, but the United States are big. So, if you have a lot of people there, the percentage of stupid people is bound to be higher.

I think most musicians know if they make the same record twice, even if they say they don't.

Despite my own doubts of being marketable or crushworthy, my goal was to write a record of peppy pop songs, hopefully without annoying anybody.

We're not on a desperate mission to write chart compatible stuff.

I didn't really like confessional poetry or things. They seemed sort of dated to me, or just corny.

The lyrics are different from Nick Cave songs and lyrics. His songs are very narrative.

Martha Pope herself is a legend within the institution, and he was enormously supportive. And me and the women candidates.

The superior man accords with the course of the Mean. Though he may be all unknown, unregarded by the world, he feels no regret - It is only the sage who is able for this.

I'm always doubting my work, even when people are kind enough to say good things. I still have a hard time believing I've written some books, let alone that they've actually done pretty well.

We have this idea of perfection that is so unrealistic. We are our own worst enemy. No one is noticing that little scar.

I wanted things that I couldn't at times articulate.

I believe our lives are important when we learn something and love. I really want to capture the meaning of experience.

He who retreats lives longer.

Contemporary man has rationalized the myths, but he has not been able to destroy them.

The thing now is to seem concerned in a vaguely social-democratic way.

The English say, Yours Truly, and mean it. The Italians say, I kiss your feet, and mean, I kick your head.