It's impossible having five, six, seven people in a room being creative together and not fight, because you want to fight. It's the only way creativity works, if you all put your ideas in.

If you wrap yourself in daffodils I will wrap myself in pain...

There is nothing more important you can ever do for this world than to wake up and be a part of it.

Got no place to go, but there's a girl waitin' for me down in Mexico. She got a bottle of tequila, a bottle of gin, and if I bring a little music, I could fit right in.

If you've never stared off into the distance, then your life is a shame.

Sometimes the world seems like a big hole. You spend all your life shouting down it and all you hear are echoes of some idiot yelling nonsense down a hole.

A long December and there's reason to believe, maybe this year will be better than the last.

That's where the songs come from: that's what I'd most want people to understand. What sounds good or looks good, that's nothing. The only worthwhile thing in art is seeing someone else's heart.

I've been playing music most of my life.

I'm really good in pain. I snapped my leg in half on stage and played a whole show. But I can't sit there with someone that loves me.

It's always music first, or melody and words together, but never words first.

Think little goals and expect little achievements. Think big goals and win big success.

Maintain a balance life: Nurture your physical, emotional, and spiritual needs.

Intuitions are messenger of opportunities. Hit them with your ability.

In literature as in love, we are astonished at what is chosen by others.

Everything is a mystery, ourselves, and all things both simple and humble.

Coffee. I could smell coffee. Coffee would make everything better.

I grew up in a house that was in a constant state of mourning.

Death, in the Eastern tradition, was only a passage. What wasn't clear ... was toward what place, what reality, that passage led.

I definitely don't consider myself a kid anymore. I feel like an old man, an old 28-year-old.

You want him to walk?" Caleb demands. "Are you insane?" "Did I shoot him in the leg?" I say. "No. He walks. Where do we go, Peter?