There's a certain lack of gimmickry to what I do that makes people in England go: 'Where's the thing?

The outcome of a still veracitless life. Am I livin' it right?

Nothing feels worse than having to break the stage down before the performance, and I mean nothing.

I'm not as surprised in going from playing 1,000 seats to 4,000 seats as I was from 100 to 500 seats.

I don't jerk off because I'm horny. I'm sort of half-chick. It's like District 9. I can fire alien weapons. I can insert a tampon. No, I do it because I want to take a brain bath. It's like a hot whirlpool for my brain, in a brain space that is 100 percent agreeable with itself.

By the time I recognize this moment, this moment will be gone. . . But I will bend the light, pretend that it somehow lingered on

I am tempted to keep the car in drive, And leave it all behind...