The guy's life drunk, I think, makes Candide look like a sourpuss. Does he even know that death exists?

Meeting your soul mate is like walking into a house you've been in before - you will recognize the furniture, the pictures on the wall,the books on the shelves, the contents of drawers: You could find your way around in the dark if you had to.

In one split second I saw everything I could be, everything I want to be. And all that I'm not.

I've no use for talking, would just as soon store paper clips in my mouth.

You have to see the miracles for there to be miracles.

Music: what life, what living itself sounds like.

We wish with our hands, that's what we do as artists.