I like walking around and listening to music. When my steps coincide with a beat, in my head I feel in unison with the world that I'm living in.

I don't want to interact with people but I do get lonely.

I'm honestly flattered and humbled that anyone would show interest in something I've done, forever.

I love music, but more for the context within the music than a certain sound.

Sometimes leaving is the only way to be there for someone.

I've felt love from certain songs that I've wanted to experience from other people - where I know that love may never happen - and I want to give that to someone else.

I feel there is love and confidence in me somewhere and I want to find it. So far, music is the only medium that's allowed me to flirt with a sense of self-worth, with joy and comfort.

I don't know why people would be interested in what I do. Maybe they feel how I feel. Maybe it's because we're all missing something, and I just happen to wear that on my sleeve.

There isn't a difference between how I feel in the world and how I feel as a musician, or someone who writes. They are one in the same. It's just a different presentation.

You can't expect drive and compassion from everyone who enters your life, but you have to demand it of the people you are creating with.

I don't know why I've spent over half of My life talking about dying

Nothing - really, absolutely nothing - says more about Victorian Britain and its capacity for brilliance than that the century's most daring and iconic building was entrusted to a gardener.

One life, One story. Make it a fairytale.

Politicians use statistics in the same way that a drunk uses lamp-postsfor support rather than illumination.

I just wanted to be like my dad, Jesus. He was a good shortstop.

Probably nothing serious or worthwhile can be accomplished without one's willingness to be alone for sustained periods of time, which is not to say that one must live alone, obsessively.

Things fall apart, so they can fall together at a higher level of order.

I cling to depression, thinking it a form of truth.

A horrible night might be hidden in a beautiful morning!

To face death itself should not daunt you. Fear of death is ridiculous, because as long as you are not dead you are alive, and when you are dead there is noting more to worry about!