I don't really think of time off as writing blocks. I think that's a western notion of demonizing inactivity. When your imagination decides it needs to take a nap. maybe that's what it needs to do.

I see you're leaving me and taking up with the enemy, the cold comfort of the in-between, a little less than a human being.

I don’t think it’s important who I am. I really like playing music, but I don’t really want to be anything in particular.

But I was also doing odd jobs around Portland, like spreading gravel and transplanting bamboo trees.

It was kind of ridiculous to carry it up to a certain point and then drop the ball or the bomb, like quitting the band right after we had signed to Virgin.

Doing battle with themselves that way, every day, all the time and sometimes it sucks, but other times it results in people making sort of a dream comprehensible to someone else.

While his history of depression is compatible with suicide... and the location and direction of the stab wounds are consistent with self-infliction, several aspects of the circumstances (as they are known at this time) are atypical of suicide and raise the possibility of homicide.