People in Latin America... love America from afar and emulate America in some ways but also hate a lot of things that America does to them.

People use irony as a defense mechanism.

I'd like to be known for more than being the guy in the big suit.

I sense the world might be more dreamlike, metaphorical, and poetic than we currently believe--but just as irrational as sympathetic magic when looked at in a typically scientific way. I wouldn't be surprised if poetry--poetry in the broadest sense, in the sense of a world filled with metaphor, rhyme, and recurring patterns, shapes, and designs--is how the world works. The world isn't logical, it's a song.

In a certain way, you get some new tools to work with, but I don't know if it ultimately makes the creative process any easier.

There's something about music that encourages people to want to know more about the person that made it, and where it was recorded, what year it was done, what they were listening to, and all this kind of stuff. There's something that invites all this obsessive behavior.

That's the thing about pictures: they seduce you.