I’m vain because I’m imperfect.

When inspiration and emotions are sudden, and you can truly capture something, then, yeah, of course it feels good. But when you’re stunted, and you’re having trouble expressin’ yourself, then obviously it doesn’t. So it’s never constant.

I don’t really know what “intellectual” means, but if it means you’ve got a desire to learn, you’ve got a desire to look for things that haven’t been presented to you, then, maybe. I think that “intellectual” is quite an exclusive word. I think it’s just for anyone that has a thirst or a hunger to improve themselves, or a yearning to escape from somewhere to get to a better place.

I'm not going to be hardened by these people, to these things, I'm not going to let them destroy my feelings or my emotions.

Mix your drinks, and it's best not to cry over spilt milk, but put it back in the bottle.

I’m vain because I’m imperfect.

No one comes up to me asking for a crack dealer's number. People come up to me to talk about lyrics, about music, about the band.