High School is like a spork: it's a crappy spoon and a crappy fork, so in the end it's just plain useless.

You know I used to be the back porch poet with my book of lines, always hoping knowing all the time, I'm probably never gonna find the perfect rhyme. . .For heavier things

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.

I feel strikingly domestic. We're in our own world with two busses and trucks.

When autumn comes, it doesn't ask. It just walks in, where it left you last. And you never know, when it starts; until there's fog inside the glass around your summer heart.

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

I don't write songs in order to stick it to my exes. I don't release underground dis tracks.