I'm a nostalgic person and I really like rehashing and digging around the mental trunks.

When you say something or sing something enough times, it becomes a self-fulfilling prophecy. It's almost like casting spells. I don't mean necessarily in the flighty, 'I'm going to go buy a cloak with a hood now' way.

When I'm in a city that's just clean, concrete lines, I get really short of breath and confused. It's much more interesting to me when nature is creeping back and tearing the mortar apart between the bricks.

I find it pretty fascinating how humans keep gravitating towards these giant centers. I went to this walled medieval village in France this year, and it was truly the most crazy, beautiful, bizarre place I've ever been.

Everything becomes closer once you realize that the world is only as far away as a nap and a meal.

There's nothing better than not knowing what's going to happen until you put the pieces together.

If you keep bashing your head against the same wall, at some point you're going to fall over and be still for awhile.