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

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.

I think if I were living in a utopian world, then it wouldn't be political commentary; it would be about daffodils.

I just write what comes to me. I didn't sit down and say ok, here is my statement. It's just a song that has a shout out.

I have an identity crisis which is not resolved because I'm a dual citizen. My whole family is American, and I was born in India but I was raised in Canada.

This is the thing I've noticed is that the greater the distance between you and any ordinary task is the measurement of how much rockstar potential you have.

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