The material you work with is that which you will come to resemble. That which you work against will always work against you, including yourself.

Whenever I write lyrics, in the back of my mind I always see a guy driving to work, driving to a really bad job, one of those horrible institutions, or one of those low squat buildings in Los Angeles. I write with that person in my mind.

I get along with Australians really well. Everyone's usually really cool, and it's always a drag to leave.

I was in Pakistan in Islamabad when Bhutto was assassinated, and the next day, you know, there's just plumes of smoke everywhere. I mean, Islamabad is on fire.

Misery, depression, elation all mine, refine confinement all my design.

In my bright, utopian future world, they will hand out college educations like cups of water at the end of the L.A. Marathon.

When you start thinking as far as what's a good photo, unfortunately everything starts looking like a good photo.