Compromise is said to be the way of the world and yet I find myself feeling sick trying to accept what it has done to me.

You can get a subjective and highly factual dossier on most anyone in the public realm almost instantly. It's why publishers don't worry about author photos any more; people just Google a person and get on with things.

People who advocate simplicity have money in the bank; the money came first, not the simplicity.

Hasn't it been a long time since you had a flying dream?

I am a quiet man. I tend to think things through and try not to say too much. But here I am, saying perhaps too much. But there are these feelings inside me which need badly to escape, I guess. And this makes me feel relieved because one of my big concerns these past few years is that I've been losing my ability to feel things with the same intensity- the way I felt when I was younger. It's scary- to feel your emotions floating away and just not caring. I guess what's really scary is not caring about the loss.

Our achievements may make us interesting, Tyler, but our darkness makes us lovable.

Letting go of randomness is one of the hardest decisions a person can make.