For some reason focusing on destruction and mortality is more poetically exciting to me than hope and love.

All things in the world are singing a song, reciting a poem, inaudibly, to their surroundings, to the things they encounter.

When someone close to you dies, the line is shifted really drastically about what is meaningful and what isn't.

It's interesting to think about the different forms one place can take.

Whenever I get a tweet that's trying to promote a thing someone cares about, I'm like, "how annoying!"

I've been thinking a lot about Anacortes and what it's like to be here, though I'm not trying to get people to move here - I would hate that.

I like the idea of politically charged music a lot, but it usually seems to be preaching to the choir and ineffective.

If my music is political in a way, and it might be, it's in the way of generating a sensitivity in people, a deeper awareness of the world around them. That's my goal, at least.

I learned how to sit on the couch in front of the fire and read a magazine, just for like eight hours a day, every day. It was... crazy.

Twitter is so stupid. I mean, it sucks! It's not a good way to communicate and it's really difficult to use it for any functional thing.

I was going to tweet every three seconds about every thought that went through my mind, and I did that for a few days. It was really fun, and funny to me.

We violate the innocence of things in the name of rationality so we can wander about, uninterrupted, in our search for passion and sentiment.

Space ails us moderns: we are sick with space.

It's really cool going into a casting room and having them know who you are and the work that you've done.

It is not great men who change the world, but weak men in the hands of a great God.

Trying to compromise EXCELLENCE, is like trying to let a little bit of air out of a balloon with a hat pin.

Do all you can to preach the gospel and if necessary use words!

Never a day passes but that I do myself the honor to commune with some of nature's varied forms.

You don't have to worry about the guy that threatens to beat you up. Worry about the guy that shows up on your doorstep, looking for a fight.

An optimist sees the doughnut; the pessimist sees the whole.

There is no example on the planet of a successful economy with broadly shared prosperity and a shrinking, weak government.