I'm a terrible cook, so I usually eat out with friends.

I'm a weird, bald musician who makes records in his bedroom and lives in the Lower East Side.

People love their favorite records. And I aspire to make a record someone might be able to love in that way.

I was never encouraged to believe anything. I was brought up in a profoundly agnostic or pantheistic community.

I realized the universe is 15 billion years old and unspeakably complicated. I still love the teachings of Christ, but I also believe that the human condition prevents us from having any true objective knowledge and understanding of the universe.

If Nirvana had remained a small, underground punk rock band, Kurt Cobain would still be alive. And he'd probably be living in Seattle, getting kind of fat and balding, be relatively happy and producing records for other people.

I will be very sad when global warming and toxins kill off all the toads and frogs and salamanders. Here's hoping we, as humans, figure out a way to be less stupid.