Keep your weather eye open, and sing out every time.
I don’t know many artists who are happy with themselves all of the time.
The reason I didn’t like cocaine is it made me do stupid things, have stupid conversations, and stay awake until 11 o’clock in the morning unable to think, read, sleep or speak.
I’d just rather have a really sharp, interesting, smart gay son than some big dumb hetero meathead.
I like being vegan, I think it’s good for my health.
Nothing can stop us now ’cause we are all made of stars.
There is a long and interesting tradition of really marginal left-field music that becomes commercially successful. And I will, for a brief minute, fit into that tradition.
When I do have time to work on music, I’m kind of selfish, and would rather work on my own stuff than someone else’s.
This isn’t like naming your dog Spot.
I remember New York in the ’80s as a place with vacant lots that would eventually give over to nature. Weeds would grow up, squirrels would move in. That entropy is gone now. It’s too expensive to let a vacant lot go natural.
In a perfect world, I would be 6-foot-3 and have a perfect head of hair and look like Orlando Bloom.
As long as the world continues to be strange and interesting, I still want to take pictures of it.
Being a vegan is pretty easy these days, as almost every town and city has health food stores and vegetarian-friendly restaurants.
I truly don’t judge other people’s actions. But I think that factory farming is an abomination.
But at the same time, I don’t let myself regret things to the point that I’m paralyzed.
David Lynch is my friend, and I love his movies and his art and his music. Few things make me happier than working with him.
For me to speak out against the war in Iraq, you know – most of my fans are lefties anyway, so I don’t really get much flack for it.
There are so many musicians, friends of mine, who play shows for ten people a night, or always desperately wanted a record contract. So even if every person on the planet loathes me, I have nothing to complain about. My job is not a bad job, so I can’t complain.
Growing up in Connecticut, all the Colonial houses looked alike. In Los Angeles, the diversity is so extreme, it’s baffling.
Have I dated a supermodel? Of course not. I’d look ridiculous.