What could be more experimental than me writing a straight up love song?

I'm tired of watching attractive people trying to be ugly, struggling for authenticity. Why not be yourself?

Everything I do is 100% automation, which means I'm just doing it live.

When I go on a nostalgia trip it's not aesthetic. For me it's about trying to recapture the smell or the feeling of something that I've experienced in the past personally.

I don't know if I have any real aspirations to be an actor. It was just something I was asked to do in sort of a friend way. And I thought, Why not?

I always write the first and last song of an album first, and then the middle just kind of happens.

When young groups put out albums, they're always forced to go through this cycle of touring and talking and flaunting and posturing and peacocking. Nobody makes me do that anymore.

The Internet nowadays is all sensationalism, and it's just terrifying when you're actually experiencing it as a person.

I don't think you should make music to make music, just to show that you can. That's the opposite of vitality.

I'm obsessed with five different things a day. It's like lightbulbs in a Christmas light chain.

As a homosexual, my job is simply to sodomize mediocrity.

Your value does not decrease based on someone's inability to see your worth.

Life and love are never what you think they are.

There's a difference between a failure and a fiasco... a fiasco is a disaster of mythic proportions.

When you look out the other way toward the stars you realize it's an awful long way to the next watering hole.

I have this idiot name tag which says 'controversial.'

L.A. is a great place to write because you have a lot of space. I have a big office at home, I can leave the doors open. Flowers bloom all year. But it's unglamorous in all the right ways.

O, happy the soul that saw its own faults.

Certainly the institutional church is ill. It's hemorrhaging young people at an astronomical rate.

He in whose mind is no anger, hatred, or envy, who never loses his balance, dies, or is born, who is he but God?