You've got to find yourself first. Everything else'll follow.

We're all made of stories. When they finally put us underground, the stories are what will go on. Not forever, perhaps, but for a time. It's a kind of immortality, I suppose, bounded by limits, it's true, but then so's everything.

We end up stumbling our way through the forest, never seeing all the unexpected and wonderful possibilities and potentials because we're looking for the idea of a tree, instead of appreciating the actual trees in front of us.

What I want to do is travel deep and deeper into the dreamlands, to find that place that I know is waiting for me here. My home.

It's all those stories and how they braid together that tells us who and what and where we are

The magic in this world seems to work in whispers and small kindnesses.

Writing music uses a whole different process that involves a lot of noodling and just seeing what comes.