I knew I wanted to have a doll of myself on the cover. I thought, I wanna see myself as a Ken doll.

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.

Before God and high heaven, is there a law for one man which is not a law for every other man?

What New England is, is a state of mind, a place where dry humor and perpetual disappointment blend to produce an ironic pessimism that folks from away find most perplexing

Evil is a source of moral intelligence in the sense that we need to learn from our shadow, from our dark side, in order to be good.

I remember people who'd had a lot of hardship during the war. They'd thought we'd won.

One of my favorite games when I was a kid was 'murder/suicide'. Dad would show us a photo and ask us: 'Is it a murder or a suicide ?'

I write poetry anyway and have for years and years. For me, putting fiction and poetry together is like the best of both worlds.

The easy road is always under construction,so have an alternate route planned.

You don't realize that when you're young, and you're surprised there's a lot of people at your gig - you just think it's general British-press hype.

Even for learned men, love of fame is the last thing to be given up.

After all, what is every man? A horde of ghosts - like a Chinese nest of boxes - oaks that were acorns that were oaks. Death lies behind us, not in front - in our ancestors, back and back until.