We don't fight about music. We don't fight about artistic direction. The things like that we could fight about, we really don't. We are pretty lucky for that.

Past dreams of bliss our lives contain, And slight the chords that still retain A heart estranged to joys again, To scenes by memory's silver chain Close-linked, and ever yet apart, That like the vine, whose tendrils young Around some fostering branch have clung, Grown with its growth, as tho' it sprung From one united heart.

Computers no longer interface with humans--they interact, and the interaction will become steadily deeper, more subtle, and more crucial to our collective sanity and ultimate survival.

Men do not greet one another like this ... except perhaps at rugby club dinners.

I just try and learn to be a good husband and be a good father before I am a good rock star. That means saying no to certain things that go with the business.

While making art you should just do what is in your heart.

There's only one thing you can use against pure logic, and that's common sense.