A life without problems would be a barren existence, without the opportunity for spiritual growth.
Well, I love Bob Dylan, let's make that clear. He's one of my musical heroes.
Most of my ideas just come out funny.
There's probably some buried conservative inside of me, coming out like a little gremlin in my belly that I've suppressed. This is a sort of character I've done before: He's kind of dumb and he's kind of arrogant, and a little seedy. A little coke-y. He's gotten into the cocaine or he's had too much coffee. It's been pretty fun. Not all the songs are like that but it sort of creeps in there.
It's never fun to read death threats.
We use all the takes that no one would ever use and often the moments before we say action, or before we say cut. No one's ever called and complained or anything like that. Everyone's just so grateful to get the work and to be on TV and all that.
I'm a little bit of an amateur political junkie.
Before, I was always the kid that was in the background. It was hard for me to get casted in even one program, and when people thought that I was a guest on a show for the first time when I had been on before, it saddened me. Suddenly getting the spotlight? That's! Not! True!
God has to be temporarily cruel in order to be permanently kind.
All these perfect days, made of glass Put on the shelf where they can cast perfect shadows that stretch and grow on the imperfect days down below. . . . perfect shadows that shift and glow. . . . . . perfect shadows that shift and grow. . . " "Sam singing on page 256 of Linger.
I don't want to tell people where to go get all my cool stuff.