That MySpace is the story of the year. Everyone but my mother is on it.

I don't write any of my material down. I like to improvise and be spontaneous.

I think beating someone to death with a ukulele would just sound funny.

Listening to Evanescence makes me want to break up with a girl in real time as a giant antique hourglass falls to the floor in slow motion.

I'm not giving up on life. I'm giving up on today.

In the year 3000, everything will be instant.

You've gotta share what's going on in your mind.