No one's laughing at God -We're all laughing with God.

The other day I was down by the Hudson River, and I see two nuns in full habit rollerblading down the street holding hands. And I'm like, 'Oh, my God, I get it. The world is surreal and beautiful. And everything is fine.'

Maybe I am skipping over the city and going from very personal things to the world, from internal experience to giant, far-away-from-space experience.

I've done that kind of stuff in records, where you start going back and you want to just redo everything, destroy everything, because you think it all sucks and you can do it better.

I just think music is one of those frontiers where people really want the "I" to be you.

Pickle jars are just pickle jars, and pickles are just pickles.

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