I find rebellion packaged by a major corporation a little hard to take seriously.

My favorite time of day is to get up and eat leftovers from dinner, especially spicy food.

Sometimes it's a form of love just to talk to somebody that you have nothing in common with and still be fascinated by their presence.

The imminent demise of the large record companies as gatekeepers of the world's popular music is a good thing, for the most part.

I couldn't talk to people face to face, so I got on stage and started screaming and squealing and twitching.

Cycling can be lonely, but in a good way.

I try to write about small things. Paper, animals, a house... love is kind of big. I have written a love song, though. In this film, I sing it to a lamp.

Analysis is like a lobotomy. Who wants to have all their edges shaved off?

Deep down, I know I have this intuition or instinct that a lot of creative people have, that their demons are also what make them create.

I'm just an advertisement for a version of myself.

I don't care how impossible it seems.

Nothing endures but change.

Nobody can see pain. They have no frame of reference for pain that's happening to someone else. They can only see inactivity - which they interpret as laziness.

After all these years, his best friend is malaria.Even on the brink of an Alaska summer, it comes calling: a bone-deep chill one night, a ministry of sweat the next. Calling him back to old battles.

We still tell each other that we are lucky to be alive, when our being alive has almost nothing to do with luck, but with geography, pigmentation, and international exchange rates.

If you wait until you're really sure, you'll never take off the training wheels.

The rich cannot accumulate wealth without the co-operation of the poor in society.

If you build a cloud network, people will share.

We are equal inhabitants of a paradise of individuals in which everybody has the right to be understood.

All you touch and all you see is all your life will ever be.

At the museum a troubled woman destroys a sand painting meticulously created over days by Tibetan monks. The monks are not disturbed. The work is a meditation. They simply begin again.