It's a cruel, heartless world out there in commercial rock 'n' roll, and when you take as much time off as we did, eight years, booking agents don't know if you'll draw.

I wasn't originally a bass player. I just found out I was needed, because everyone wants to play guitar.

Sometimes you don't want to be a slapstick clown in order to convey a funny perception of the world.

When Talking Heads started, we called ourselves Thinking Man's Dance Music.

Even the Beatles found it hard to escape their image; they were trapped by it.

If you have this passion for music, you don't stop doing it - it chooses you and doesn't release you.

I'm not going to hold my breath because life goes on. Life is too short to sit around moaning about what could have been or what was.

Art is not predictable. Art is not golf, as great as that may be. There are 360 degrees of choice to make.

There are no more barbershop quartets wearing boaters, even though I still like them. Life goes on.

We don't always know what we're doing. We often just get excited, put something down, and say, 'Oh, neat'.

We groove off of everything, any sort of live show. The inner dialogue you're having with yourself, between you and the music, is for me the search for God.

Time, as it grows old, teaches all things.

Don't be sad because it's over. Be happy because you can start over.

All I ever wanted was to make my parents proud. What happens when I can't be proud of them?" --Shea Evenstar

Your targets can only be realized on the basis of dreams.

Everything everyone thinks they know about [Mother Teresa] is false. It must be the single most successful emotional con job of the twentieth century.

On an altar of prejudice we crucify our own, yet the blood of all children is the color of God.

He regards boredom, I observe, as the One and Mighty Enemy of his soul. And will succeed in conquering it, I am sure—if he survives the experience.

I try to define myself through my own choices rather than just accepting society's kind of you're that, you're that, let me put you in a box kind of thing.

Crouch down and lick the hands which feed you. May your chains sit lightly upon you, and may posterity forget that you were our countrymen!

We allow no geniuses around our Studio.