You're using your headphones to drown out your mind

All the monsters in your mind just want to be nice. They want to be kind. They want to play nice. They want to be softer than the storms around. You feel them through the windows and the doors.

I knew all this Beatles music. I knew the songs phonetically. It was like my whole experience of that music was out of focus, and somebody put the perfect glasses on me, and all of a sudden I could see everything.

I'm much more into someone who is telling stories than somebody who is writing a record about their breakup. It's just more interesting for me.

I just love fiction. I love it.

Maybe you should kiss someone who is nice, or lick a rock, or both.

Somebody's got to tell all the people to be like the water