Have I told you I have cancer? It's a very special kind of cancer. Cancer of the soul.

At home I've got a very puerile, juvenile sense of humour.

Well actually I'm not a man but a carrot. The band was eating salads one day and a carrot fell off of the salad bar onto a microphone and the band realized that they had just discovered something brilliant. Me.

I could blow bubbles. Bubbles would solve any dilemma we face. If bubbles were president there would be no war.

I named my son Noah for the same reason Chris Martin named his apple: we're asses.

The whole point of creating music for me is to give voice to things that aren't normally given voice to.

I'm not afraid of computers taking over the world.