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

[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.

But its crazy - like ten percent a year increase of children taking fucking anti-depressants. Pre-schoolers are like, the most prescribed. That makes me so mad!

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.

The architecture of the song, if it's built properly, can withstand all kinds of things.

It bothers me that no one has the patience to deal with someone who is just sad.

Until the day we die, our lives are unwritten, which is sometimes a terrifying thought.