Writing is a struggle against silence.
There are so many little places I want to play, sometimes weird places I think would be fun to play. . . a bar that's half full.
Desire is individual. Happiness is common.
In L. A. , it's so sunny out all the time that even though I'm working all day I have this illusion that I'm on some kind of vacation. New York is so condensed and exciting but you stay there too long and all that turns into anxiety a little bit. It's nice to escape here and there.
I think you can only get closer to satisfaction but you never fully arrive.
I feel slightly confused about certain things. Practical and tactical things. When you try to make everyone happy… in the end you've got to make yourself happy.
Pretty much the only goal I've had since the beginning, which I still have, is just to get better, work hard, focus, and everything else will just be a bonus. As long as I'm satisfied, and I think we're getting better with every song compared to the last, then I'm satisfied and that's all I want. If we don't achieve that, then I'll be disappointed.
I would say my theme has always been paradise lost, always the lost cause, the lost leader, the lost utopia.
Ironclads and Maxim guns must be the ultimate arbiters of metaphysical truth.
public opinion, the sum of private opinions, does matter, can matter often for good.
To freely bloom that is my definition of success. The question then is, How does arguing with our children advance our goal that our children freely bloom.