I'm afraid that reason will triumph and that the world will become a place where anyone who doesn't fit that will become unnecessary

Life tends to be an accumulation of a lot of mundane decisions, which often gets ignored.

I'm very much into making lists and breaking things apart into categories.

I like a good story and I also like staring at the sea-- do I have to choose between the two?

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

It seems almost backwards to me that my music seems the more emotional outlet, and the art stuff seems more about ideas.

This ain't no party, this ain't no disco, this ain't no fooling around.