There is also a particular frustration that I have with language. It's so clumsy. And the reason I'm feeling that is more because on your breathing and your intonation than the actual words.

A lot of me figuring out how to love myself more involves finding the things that I'm ashamed of and looking them right in the eye.

You become more animalistic when you don't know what's coming next - you have to be on guard, but at the same time you're also more receptive.

Someone can only be vampiric if you allow it.

I had an unspoken treaty with myself to never lie in my lyrics, so, for a long time, when I wrote love songs, I would use genderless pronouns, like "dear" and "darling" - like some kind of granny!

It's very human to try to put things into boxes, and it's hard for us to reconcile with grey areas, and yet somehow that's the area I find the most poetic, the juiciest.

I try to have things change before I get bored, and I figure other people might enjoy that too; I try not to let anything repeat for long enough that you can get used to it.

I do love voices so much that I will use them and manipulate them. The presence of a human voice in a piece of music is really exciting, even if it's just someone's breathing.

With song titles, I try to keep a healthy sense of humor while saying something at the same time.

When you actually make a new friend, and you make music and laugh really hard together, that can give you a lot of confidence and nourishment and encouragement.

Only after a piece of music is done does my frontal cortex allow me to organize what might be trying to come out of my subconscious.

Pain is never added to pain. It multiplies.

Any factor that breeds polarization will worsen policy, and thus cause lower growth.

If you don’t know who you are, you will be someone else

I think everybody's contemplating TV now, because mid-level and high-budget independent films are not being made now.

A life based on reason will always require to be balanced by an occasional bout of violent and irrational emotion, for instinctual drives must be satisfied

I love my job and I know I am very lucky but still, if you audition and you don't get it, it still affects you.

The first assumption of an art critic is that the artist meant to paint something else.

Even to this day, grace remains hard to swallow. Religiosity and moralism go down easier than free forgiveness.

Slowly, slowly, catch the monkey.