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.

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.

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

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.

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.

I felt the tears streak down my cheeks but I wasn't crying.

You see, that's another thing that my parents gave me: an enormously great sense of humor.

May the stars carry your sadness away, may the flowers fill your heart with beauty, may hope forever wipe away your tears. And, above all, may silence make you strong.

I want to know what they look like, their height, and colouring, physique and speech pattens.

Every ending is also a beginning. We'll meet again, I promise.

The future is a strange monster. The less there is of it, the more it frightens.

They say that a lion puts his all, even into catching a rabbit. You should make it a habit of putting your all into every little thing you do.

The Chinese do not draw any distinction between food and medicine.

People do not seem to realize that their opinion of the world is also a confession of character.

Pizza! Hockey! Destroy!" -Cal