Their boots were black and shiny and your treasures gleamed like stars, Bones from deep down in the fertile crescent.

You can get really good reads on your dreams if you think of every character in them as actually being you.

There are only two stories: either you go forward or you die.

Life is hard, you're tired, and there's disease. The strategy that works for children is to be delighted by the things that delight you.

People talk about songwriting or comedy as creative expression, but life is creative expression. Table-making, even nursing, is extraordinarily creative.

Good things never last, bad things never die.

One way you can get really close to God is to sin as hard as you can.

I am at a place in my life where the more like a cave I can make my surroundings, the happier I am.

I seem to get the best work when I'm angry and depressed and alienated.

It usually happens that I have multiple different projects going on at once, and one can be referencing the other.

A bands first albums usually not great. When you made the first album, you had a day job and you were still trying to be serious about it.

Beauty, love with truth, that is all there is.

Work cannot convey the almost voluptuous sweetness of the feelings experienced ... in solitude.

I've always had my own style, I've always been different. I don't like to wear anything that anyone else is wearing because it's very important for me to make a statement.

The world of manic depression is a world of bad judgment calls.

But whenever I look at the question of how to live, the answer's always staring me in the face. I'm already doing it.

The only really good place to buy lumber is at a store where the lumber has already been cut and attached together in the form of furniture finished and put inside boxes.

Never stop listening to your audience.

In short, if there were external bodies, it is impossible we should ever come to know it; and if there were not, we might have the very same reasons to think there were that we have now.

Chances rule men and not men chances.

There was, like, this black hole where the world used to be, and we were both falling toward it. What could we hold on to?