We must memorize nine numbers and deny we have a soul.

When I was younger, I was somewhat of an idealist. I guess I'm a little bit more of a realist now. I think there's a lot that can be done to make the world a better place, but it's more about choosing your battles.

I've given up trying to understand what people think about me.

I think there's a danger, for me at least, in retreating and going inward and depression. I have to stay diligent against that tendency.

I think different musical collaborators bring out different qualities in my songs and I like that.

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.

We, the Desaparecidos, are perfectly prepared for people to hate what we're saying or not like what we're saying.