I coined a word the other day, but I forgot what it was. It was a good one, it came to me in a dream.

Multimedia scares me off.

Interviews are usually a follow-up, like a press junket or a publicity junket, or something like that, and I’m not doing any of that right now. I don’t have any axes to grind.

You don't have to fight against being placed in a box any more than the number two has to fight against being the number three. I mean, two is not going to be the number three, ever.

As an artist, you don't think about the parabola or the arc you're describing or where you're going to ultimately end up, you're just kind of crawling around, seeing what's out there.

I just finished a novel, and I'm back kind of noodling on the screenplays. Screenplays are tough. I am making music, I'm just not sure what kind of music it is or where it's going.

It's important to be precise about words, because of the thought value of them-they frame and shape so much of the way we understand things.

There are more honest people and more good people than there are thieves and bad people. It's just always been that way.

I'm not performing now. What I do now is listen to music all day long. Listening is very nourishing to me. I might go back to perform, I might make another record. I've got a record half finished.

Behind every dark cloud there's usually rain

You have to have access to ideas. The Internet is facilitating that access to ideas. In 25 years, the way that data's going to flow back and forth, we don't quite understand yet.

You make velocity look good.

The truth is not that we need the critics in order to enjoy the authors, but that we need the authors in order to enjoy the critics.

It will change your life if you accept her offer. Common pleasures will no longer hold sway over you. It’s somewhat like catching religion.

The wise only possess ideas the greater part of mankind are possessed by them.

The heart that is to be filled to the brim with holy joy must be held still.

There's nothing trite about being consoled in a world that does everything in its power to deliver sorrow.

The man who discovers a woman's weakness is like the huntsman in the heat of the day who finds a cool spring. He wallows in it.

Even after a bad harvest there must be sowing.

There is no remedy for time misspent; No healing for the waste of idleness, Whose very languor is a punishment Heavier than active souls can feel or guess.

Hard toil can roughen form and face, And want call quench the eye's bright grace.