You can get anywhere on earth by falling asleep.

I had to let myself imagine a calendar with no lines; when every single day is being predetermined six months in advance, there's no more fluidity to time.

Instead of just looking back, whiplash-style, I can assume there's something else coming. Time just folds over itself, like origami.

I don't think that village idea of actually knowing what you're contributing to the whole exists anymore.

I guess there are a lot of people out there that think they're supposed to define themselves in isolation, but that's not necessarily the case.

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

There's something about live recordings now that's too hi-fi.