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.

With music, I wasn't curious anymore. There was no dialogue. By the time I stopped, I knew it wasn't going to be gone forever, but it just wasn't the right time for me to care about that.

I wrote the album [Metals] in the fall. In about four months, I went from zero to finished. It usually takes forever.

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

Probably, on some subconscious level, I was motivated by not wanting to spoon-feed any similar flavors.

If you calculate every single thing you could possibly need in your life, you would need no more than 200 people to keep all that afloat: a doctor, food, wine, cheese-eating friends, the person who makes paper, the shoemaker.

You can get anywhere on earth by falling asleep.