As you get older, you accept that there are some tunnels that don't have any light in them, but you go down them anyway.

Some people, they don't want to be that loved, they don't want to be that involved, they don't want to be part of your family. That's where the pain comes in. You want the world to be what you want it to be, and sometimes the world doesn't want that.

Love is larger than life.

I think it's probably a good thing to be considered stable, but with a capacity for madness.

You can't really get the full joy out of life unless you really go for it. You just have to go into it and stay under some kind of hope or illusion that it's going to work. But as you get older, or the more experiences you have, or whatever it is that tells you how this stuff works, you also know that if you go all the way into it, there's the risk of losing everything but you don't have a choice.

Sometimes you just have to say, “...I don't know what we are doing, let's just go and see what happens.” You have to embrace the experience itself, so that things you didn't intend to happen can make your work more authentic. And you have to hope that it works.

It is comforting to know that there is at least one place where we can go and be confident that we will find an audience thirsting to find new music. Paste Magazine is that place. It's loss would create a very large black hole.