If someone writes a nice review of my record, I feel like I should take them out to dinner or go over and clean their apartment.

Music is just air moving around.

It’s perfectly natural for me to sit down and talk about meditating and spiritual practice with my friends. But then I realize, how would it sound to a drunk cynical guy in London?

It will be interesting to see what the long term fruits of our national apathy will be, 'cos so far they've been pretty foul.

I used to have a lot of envy for those musicians who have been universally loved.

At the risk of sounding pedestrian, I'll be completely honest: the first thing I do in the morning is check Google News, partially because it seems sort of random and unbiased and partially because I tend to stay in hotels that don't necessarily have the fastest Internet connections.

What fascinates me about addiction and obsessive behavior is that people would choose an altered state of consciousness that's toxic and ostensibly destroys most aspects of your normal life, because for a brief moment you feel okay.