The last refuge of the insomniac is a sense of superiority to the sleeping world.

A community is an alibi for the failure of individual love.

There's a deep tribal aspect to my own nature. So when I'm in contact with those deep resources, of course I feel a very special kind of nourishment.

It just takes a long time for me [to write a song]. I'm very slow. And it comes, kind of, by dribbles and drops.

Here's to the few who forgive what you do, and the fewer who don't even care

I heard of a man who says words so beautifully that if he only speaks their name women give themselves to him. If I am dumb beside your body while silence blossoms like tumors on our lips it is because I hear a man climb stairs and clear his throat outside our door.

Seriousness is the deepest pleasure we have.