I write my miserable songs. I write songs about disgust and self-pity. We’re all going to have bummer moments. That’s not the stuff I choose to share.

Just take it easy and celebrate the malleable reality. You see, nothing is ever at is seems, yeah this life is but a dream.

Do you ever wonder what happens to the words that we send Do they bend, do they break from the flight that they take And come back together again with a whole new meaning In a brand new sense, completely unrelated to the one I sent ((Did You Get My Message?))

I don't follow any of what the pop world is doing. Sometimes I feel like that's a weakness, actually, that I'm too in my own bubble. But I'm really just interested in the inner journey. And pop is all about the exterior world, the material.

You don't have to live near the ocean for it to have an impact on you. And you don't have to live near the ocean for you to have an impact on it.

You can help me by advancing equality, supporting arts and education, and saving this goddamn planet.

When all of us are acknowledged as the human equals that we really are, there will be no space left for bullying. It will no longer be wrong to choose one thing over another.