We're all just animals. That's all we are, and everything else is just an elaborate justification of our instincts. That's where music comes from. And romantic poetry. And bad novels.

The truth can't hurt you, it's just like the dark. It scares you witless, but in time you see things clear and stark.

I woke up and one of us was crying.

I know that when I make a record like The Delivery Man as a contrast to even Il Sogno, this is going to reach a wider audience, because it communicates in that very direct way.

The radio is in the hands of such a lot of fools tryin' to anesthetize the way that you feel.

Was it a millionaire who said, "Imagine no possessions"?

Happiness isn't a fortune in a cookie. It's deeper, wider, funnier, and more transporting than that.