Little soldier, little insect You know war it has no heart It will kill you in the sunshine Or happily in the the dark Where kindness is a card game Or a bent up cigarette In the trenches, in the hard rain With a bullet and a bet.

Our band is different in the sense that we all are involved with a lot of different projects. It's hard to say when we'll record again, but we're not calling it quits right away.

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

Gabriel Garcia Marquez is one of my all-time favorite writers. I feel spiritual when reading his words, even though they're translated. I wish desperately that I could read it in its original language. I already feel like I'm going to church when I read him; imagine if I could read it in the original.

I really just want to be warm yellow light that pours over everyone I love.

The way my life's structured, I don't stay in a place for more than a couple months.

Screaming is bad for the voice, but it's good for the heart.