That's what I call 'Guiliani Time', my friends. 'We've got a problem. Let's kill it.'

Worlds going to hell anyway, have a good time.

Look, up in the sky! It's the sky!

I feel like musicians have such a precarious place in the political discourse, because musicians are, sort of just by nature, people-pleasers.

It's hard to tell a shallow person that they should care more about the feelings of the awkward and the alienated.

I wrote a thirty-second song that I couldn't finish for a year.

We've been a band longer than most of the people reading this have been alive.

I don't lose a lot of sleep worrying about aliens, but I think it seems possible that there's life forms beyond our solar system.

There's so many simple things that can be done to change our carbon footprint, and to reduce our carbon footprint.

Have you heard Alanis Morisette trying to play the harmonica? She doesn't know how to play the harmonica. Well guess what, Alanis, I INVENTED the 'don't-know-how-to-play-harmonica-harmonica-solo.'

To a lot of people, angels are a matter of faith.

Dear Church, everyone is broken, stop pretending like you're not.

In e-commerce, your prices have to be better because the consumer has to take a leap of faith in your product.

If you are looking for smart judging based on merit, skip the Academy Awards next year and pay attention to the Independent Spirit Awards.

I also acknowledge that prejudice runs very deep in our society. And, in the real world, discrimination rears its ugly head in the shadows, where it's very difficult to root it out.

Shadow boxes become poetic theaters or settings wherein are metamorphosed the element of a childhood pastime.

Far too many black men who praise their own mother feel less accounted to the mothers of their own children.

Love that shines from within cannot be darkened by obstacles of the world of consequences!

In social situations I still feel scared. My best friend and husband give me the freedom to be myself.

Any journey in life, if not done for human reasons of understanding and love, would be a very empty and lonely one.

Hung be the heavens with black! Yield, day, to night!