Sometimes I write stuff that strangely predicts what's going to happen in my life.

Most of our lives aren't that exciting, but the drama is still going on in the small details.

To some extent I happily don't know what I'm doing. I feel that it's an artist's responsibility to trust that.

When everything is worth money, then money is worth nothing.

One knew in advance that life in New York would not be easy‚ but there were cheap rents in cold-water lofts without heat‚ and the excitement of being here made up for those hardships. I didn't move to New York to make a fortune.

That's the one for my tombstone... Here lies David Byrne. Why the big suit?

It didn't even occur to me that I'm the last person in the world who should play salsa or Brazilian music.