We don't make music, it makes us

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.

Everyone will say I'm insane, but I don't care, Rose. Is it insane to marry the girl I love? A girl with golden brown hair, with gifts of beauty and goodness and storytelling?

History is full of examples of men with deep-seated grievances who embraced good causes, in part at least, to settle old scores.

Right time, right place, right moment.

Home is the one place in the world where you are safe from feeling put down or out, unentitled, or unwanted.

I had been my whole life a bell, and never knew it until at that moment I was lifted and struck.

When I was 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, I had so many people I looked up to and was so inspired by all these different people. It's cool to be in that position.

Because this is a country where everyone deserves the same freedom and opportunities to fulfill their dreams.

What I do deny is that you can build any enduring society without some such mystical ethos.

When anyone prays, the angels that minister to God and watch over mankind gather round about him and join with him in prayer.

Remember the little seed in the Styrofoam cup. The roots go down and the plant goes up and nobody really knows how or why, but we are all like that.