Everybody is so goddamn sure of themselves, it just makes you realize this is the curse of the modern world.

It's like that where these little anecdotes come through, and I guess that's what I like about books like that [He Stopped Loving Her Today]. Fiction now is so experiential.

There's always tons of crap music people are trying to sell us - [it's] the same way with publishers and galleries.

[He Stopped Loving Her Today] is all about the experience of being alive and the thought process of consciousness, and then you have these polemical essay-type things going on for a couple decades now. Some of these music books are where you're going to see an anecdote of a person behaving without some kind of commentary.

Only cool people care about the origin stories of why they like something, and I'm not cool.

I just realized that I never look at a painting and ask, 'Is this painting fictional or non-fictional?' It’s just a painting.

I have no interest in being a trained ballerina. People should dance how they want to dance. I want to be the funky chicken.