Behind every tree there’s a new monster.

And so it’s inescapable and people who proclaim scrupulous honesty can only proclaim that if they don’t examine closely the things they believe.

So there was a way for you to get promoted and survive as an artist without worrying about AM radio hits.

Most people didn’t have the bandwidth to download whole albums. And so it brought back this cherry picking idea that the audience would focus on certain songs and possibly be the impetus behind what eventually got on AM radio: the single or whatever.

It may not necessarily reflect my current frame of mind. Sometimes I have to put myself at the point in time of the voice that I’m trying to sing with.

You do have a modicum of peace of mind here, but it’s as unsettled as any other place.

I’ve got billions of sparrows to worry about as well as everything else’. So there’s the whole idea that whatever it is that you believe, it can never be valid unless you have some consensus reality demonstration.

Behind every tree there’s a new monster.

There are still people who believe in that and wake up every day believing it’s possible, and invest their whole selves in that.

It’s the only way that YOUR life is gonna have any value to you. If you’re just living the same life that everybody else is living what’s the point?

The problem turned out to be that I never was that kind of an artist.

Sometimes you could tell what it was about – it was interesting – and sometimes it was quite obvious that someone had lost it and it was on an endless loop.

The God that can only love something like this man. And from then on it was all downhill.

Most people outside of America won’t get it. It’s the Easter bunny. It’s another lie and I don’t understand why we had to invent this character.

There are some things that we know are just not as pleasant as the lies that we tell ourselves, and in that sense in order to endure existence everyone endures a certain amount of dishonesty in their everyday lives.

One Long Year was just a song here and there, and it was meant to reflect the mood that I was in but unfortunately it also reflected too little of any particular thing rather than hanging together as a whole album.

So I don’t think I’m gonna pull my head into my shell just because a bunch of people start acting like idiots.

Singles needed to come back. And what I tried to do in my online experiment was to change the rules for myself and make available at a more regular pace the fruits of my labour, for people who decided they wanted to support my recordings.

It seems like a totally gratuitous myth to tell people a giant rabbit comes round at night leaving candy in a haphazard way around the house… and the cover shows the bunny caught in the act.