I was thinking that people have to believe you're crazy in order to take you seriously as an artist.

If you know what kind of music somebody loves, then you can kind of figure out why they do what they do.

No matter how naturally gifted you are, it's your passion that's going to make you better and maybe touch some people.

Broken Bells reminds me how much fun I have making music.

I've had nightmares about having to kick people out of my band because they've said that they don't like the Beatles. I'd wake up and turn to them and say, "You like the Beatles, right?"

In the end, I think musicians know that getting up in the morning and making music you love doesn't necessarily mean that you deserve billions of dollars or worship from anybody.

When I dont have a good time making music, I think of quitting a lot. I really do. I can create something else. Ill do something else.

I started out really making music in my dorm room, and it wasnt really producing or anything like that; it was you making something.

If you're wandering the streets, talking in gibberish, nobody ever asks you to change anything about your art because there's no context for people to look at what you do.

I have ideas all of the time from the beginning, but they never really wind up turning out like I thought they would.

I find that the kinds of music I’m drawn to are those that a lot of people take for granted.

Sometimes later becomes never. Do it now.

Baseball has undergone and absorbed a whole set of dislocations.

What is the highest of all goods achievable by action? ...both the general run of man and people of superior refinement say that it is happiness ...but with regard to what happiness is they differ.

Laying tracks gives you freedom without being too obvious.

Thelonius Monk was not exactly 'the guy next door'.

Nothing is more frightening than a monster that cares about his health, cause you know he'll be around for a while.

The ultimate asset bubble is gold.

Practices were tough.

Anyone who wants to achieve something, needs a lot of work.

On Friday noon, July the twentieth, 1714, the finest bridge in all Peru broke and precipitated five travelers into the gulf below.