Everything must belong somewhere. I know that now, that's why I'm staying here.

Considering our history, I can think of nothing more American than an immigrant.

You could be happy, the minute you try. Why won't you try? Oh won't you try?

I have a car in Nebraska. When I bought it, they gave me a satellite radio, and there's an 'indie-rock' station. It's just nothing I'm interested in.

Let the poets cry themselves to sleep, and all their tearful words will turn back into steam.

Some days I feel like I'm an atheist. Most days, I feel like an agnostic. On a very rare day, I feel like I'm a believer in something.

On every Bright Eyes record, there's some kind of sound collage that begins it. Some of them have dialogue, some don't. I like it because it can kind of slow down the attention span a bit. It's a way to draw you in to the rest of the record.