To my mind, there is a reason that music is there and it's about being human.

I don't think there's anything innately erotic about pigs. But, generally, they are sweet, shy, mysterious creatures. Especially the little ones. When they get big, they get kinda gross

A, C, and G are the only chords any honest musician needs.

Maybe I'm an elitist, but I don't feel like I am.

I mean, it's so normal for everybody to have a huge ego, it's great. It's great. Otherwise, everybody would act like Bono, you know, really big.

I thought I'd do everything on four-track, and then I'll record every instrument myself in a studio, and then I'll have a solo album released by spring.

When the band begins to get a name for themselves, and the writers get assigned to bands, they'll hit somebody who just doesn't like that kind of music, or they love hip hop but hate guitar rock.

There is really nothing more to say-except why. But since why is difficult to handle, one must take refuge in how.

I'm not that lazy, but I don't need that much money. I lead a fairly simple life.

Quit the world, and the world forgets you.

The great thing about being up early on a Sunday is nothing.

The problem is, we’re all using social networks as distribution instead of native platforms to actually tell stories.

I don't want to make more friends. I have four kids, I have plenty of friends, and all the personal relationships I need.

Truth has as many coats as an onion ... and each one of them hollow when you peel it off.

The queen had passed him, so close he'd felt the stir of air, and he guessed that if she had turned her head, only a little, and met his eyes, he might have died right there.

[The Raindance film festival] is literally the first time we've ever screened the movie ["Selling Isobel"] to anyone, and people are a little bit traumatised by it.

They wanted me to be a concert pianist, because I had a very good right hand, but my left hand's terrible and I hated performing.