The world isn't logical, it's a song.

My favorite time of day is to get up and eat leftovers from dinner, especially spicy food.

Sometimes it's a form of love just to talk to somebody that you have nothing in common with and still be fascinated by their presence.

The imminent demise of the large record companies as gatekeepers of the world's popular music is a good thing, for the most part.

I couldn't talk to people face to face, so I got on stage and started screaming and squealing and twitching.

Cycling can be lonely, but in a good way.

I try to write about small things. Paper, animals, a house... love is kind of big. I have written a love song, though. In this film, I sing it to a lamp.

Analysis is like a lobotomy. Who wants to have all their edges shaved off?

Deep down, I know I have this intuition or instinct that a lot of creative people have, that their demons are also what make them create.

I'm just an advertisement for a version of myself.

I don't care how impossible it seems.

Thinking is mind over matter.

It's true though: time moves in its own special way in the middle of the night, " the bartender says, loudly striking a book match and lighting a cigarette. "You can't fight it.

The loss of illusions and the discovery of identity, though painful at first, can be ultimately exhilarating and strengthening.

Science...is part and parcel of our knowledge and obscures our insight only when it holds that the understanding given by it is the only kind there is.

As oil will find its way into crevices where water cannot penetrate, so song will find its way where speech can no longer enter.

As an example, one of the schools I have been studying is too small to compete effectively in most sports, but participates with vigor each year in the state music contests.

You say you want a revolution? Well, you know. We all want to change the world.

If you’re comparing the badness of two words and you won’t even say one of them [the n-word], that’s the worse word.

Fitz: How bad is it? Nighteyes: Mind your own business. Fitz: You ARE my business. Nighteyes: Sharing pain doesn’t loosen it. Fitz: I’m not sure about THAT.

I will paint for money any time.