The things that I've seen where people are trying to change the definition of what a band has to be, those are the things that end up being inspiring.

It bothers me that no one has the patience to deal with someone who is just sad.

I think if I were living in a utopian world, then it wouldn't be political commentary; it would be about daffodils.

It's a strange life... you really don't know how you will impact people or how things will play out.

Being alive and understanding that and making the decision to actually live take a lot of courage.

Sometimes it's better to live through someone's work than the person themselves, and to realise that every human being is flawed, but through art they can be perfect.

I just write what comes to me. I didn't sit down and say ok, here is my statement. It's just a song that has a shout out.

Generally I try to read anything but indie rock journalism or anything about music at all, especially in the summer.

The writing process is very much like being in a dark tunnel, and you don't really know what you will end up with until you have created it.

Until the day we die, our lives are unwritten, which is sometimes a terrifying thought.

It's not my fault that people are perverts.

Her shoes were comfortable. They reflected her hope for the evening.

Man that is born of a woman is of few days and full of trouble.

Once a quarter, Amy and I go off the grid and totally disconnect. It's totally doable and it will change your life.

I think that's the best career that someone can have is one that's reflective of their personal tastes.

If the West believed in something, it would prevail overnight. The problem is you can't beat bad faith with no faith.

Anything over-handed, I do left-handed. Like throwing a ball or serving in tennis. Otherwise, right-handed, like writing and shaving.

Love comes from blindness, friendship from knowledge.

Maybe I'd just figured out there were some things you were better off not knowing

life is not a race, but a shot on target: what counts is not the saving of time, but the ability to find a centre

But Winter has yet brighter scenes-he boasts Splendors beyond what gorgeous Summer knows; Or Autumn with his many fruits, and woods All flushed with many hues.