[When] you're a writer, you know that a lot of times you have to sneak up on yourself in order to achieve what you want to achieve, and sometimes you don't even know what it is until you've done it.

The complete self-absorption, and childish indulgence and disregard, and having to feel as though everything you're doing is so people can live vicariously through you, so you have to pursue more and more unpleasant pastimes in order to satisfy the armchair people. That's a kind of scary existence.

Life is passing you by as you speak, you're on a path and you're all on the same path toward death.

I do like touring but my life sort of starts to fall apart under it after a certain point. So you just have to stop. And it's hard to.

Being alive and understanding that and making the decision to actually live take a lot of courage.

Generally I try to read anything but indie rock journalism or anything about music at all, especially in the summer.

It's a strange life... you really don't know how you will impact people or how things will play out.