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.

God, our world is so complicated.

I think that everything in this life is a story you know; our own narrative, our own history, it's all a story.

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.

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

I just love fiction. I love it.

You ask a person what their personal favorite song on the album is, and it's literally the one with the least amount of listens if you looked at the statistics of it.