I try to write about small things. Paper, animals, a house... love is kind of big. I have written a love song, though. In this film, I sing it to a lamp.

I don't think I have grand visions that I will never achieve.

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

People hear about stuff from their friends or a magazine or a newspaper.

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.

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

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