The more you speak of yourself, the more you are likely to lie.
Oh, a passing, skeptical kind of interest. I'm a hammer-and-nails kind of guy.
If you got a trumpet, get on your feet, brother, and blow it!
I think there is a certain perversity in my music in that I continue, you know, to eat at the same ball of vomit year after year.
Out of sorrow entire worlds have been built out of longing great wonders have been willed they're only little tears darling let them spill and lay your head upon my shoulder.
It's a wonderful life if you can find it.
I love America. I really do. It's by far the place I like visiting out of anywhere in the world. I get a palpable sense of excitement when the plane's landing. It's a cliché, but there's still an incredible energy about New York in particular.
Who’s going to keep them from wiping us out species by species? Not me. We aren’t prepared for a new demographic of magic-using humans who are sadistic, power hungry, don’t like Inderlanders, and see genocide as an acceptable form of communication.
The entire universe will eventually disintegrate but by then I hope to be in a safer place.
For the most part, it is really nice when people come up to me, because I do think that people who are awkward relate to me, and that's really nice. It's generally good.
What’s most important is what you can’t see but can feel in your heart. To be able to grasp something of value, sometimes you have to perform seemingly inefficient acts. But even activities that appear fruitless don’t necessarily end up so. That’s the feeling I have, as someone who’s felt this, who’s experienced it.