Irony is the recourse of the weak-minded wimp, I think. I hate bands that deliver their songs with knowing smiles on their faces, so that if those songs fall flat they can say 'Ah well, we never really meant it anyway.' It's so dishonest.

When you're in a young band for the first time, geographically you're in the same place and you tend to go out and socialize. You play more shows, you spend more time together. You're a unit. As you grow older, inevitably you develop a life outside the band. I think it would be tragic if you didn't.

I lose myself in music because I can't be bothered explaining what I feel to anyone else around me.

True repentance has a double aspect. It looks upon things past with a weeping eye, and upon the future with a watchful eye.

You know, the Internet's made us more aware of what people think about us.

But everyone I know reaches a point where they throw out their arms and go beserk for a while; otherwise you never know what your limits are. I was just trying to find mine.

I don't think of death in a romantic way anymore.