Liking interesting things doesn't make you interesting.

I want so badly to believe that there is truth, that love is real. And I want life in every word to the extent that it's absurd.

The second 'Postal Service' album is threatening to become the 'Chinese Democracy' of indie rock. It will come out eventually, or maybe it won't.

At this point in my life, I find myself obsessed with alternate paths I could've taken. I don't think about this with a sense of regret, but with a sense of wonder.

I'm a war of head versus heart, it's always this way. My head is weak, my heart always speaks, before I know what it will say.

I have always been very open and earnest about some things in my life, some things that are not directly in my life, but they're twirling around me at the time.

And it came to me then that every plan is a tiny prayer to father time.

I don't want to be overdramatic about it, but I'm starting to see a lot of my bad habits get the best of me.

There's a cinematic quality that happens in my mind when I hear something that really lands. An album is just a journal of a life moving through time.

Hall & Oates is one of the few musical groups as satisfying now as it was back then. There's something incredibly musically satisfying about their songs. Nothing has diminished my love for them.

I was literally just going and applying for jobs, and I couldn't get a job, and I was getting more and more broke, and you find yourself groveling for jobs you don't even want.

The sun was directly overhead, bright against the flower’s exterior. Warm blueish-purple silhouettes pirouetted and danced along interior walls.

I am redeemed and saved by grace.

I've been writing all my life. Even though I didn't have sort of careerist aspirations as a writer, it was very much my identity.

Unfortunately, people are re-interpreting the Constitution as a living document, and it's not. It's a solid-based document and it shouldn't be played with.

If nature had intended our skeletons to be visible it would have put them on the outside of our bodies.

People always complain about their memories, never about their minds.

My life is a beautiful struggle.

Everywhere, the ethical predicament of our time imposes itself with an urgency which suggests that even the question Have we anything to eat? will be answered not in material but in ethical terms.

In some roles I have to wear fur, and I always make sure it's fake, like in Austin Powers: The Spy Who Shagged Me. Faux fur is great because it shows people that faux can look fabulous.

May my soul bloom in love for all existence.