“It makes you more choosy and also more receptive to absorb anything for 15 seconds.”

Like the idea that every night might be the night before the world ends.

The Internet really does create this dimension around the music that’s always in relation to what else is happening at the moment.

It’s cool but also a little creepy.

There’s no real template to follow these days for what a band should and shouldn’t be – bands are just becoming these weird little Internet avatars that you either follow or download or interact with in some removed way.

When you completely extract yourself from anything familiar.

I think the Internet has a way of coaching you into this state of mind where you think that every step you make needs to completely supersede the last.

And we use it to read album reviews and watch kitten videos… not to put those two things in the same light!

There’s something really fun and spooky about that teenage feeling of narcissism or indestructibility.

But all you can do is ignore the annoying hum of the machine and focus on making art that makes you excited to be alive.

Because anybody can find their fan base through the Internet.

You start reverting back to that state of mind where you’re having conversations with yourself, and that’s where the weirdest and most honest ideas come from.

Memory is just as much of an instrument as anything else in music.

I don’t mind that I’ve created an identity around what I do.

Let alone 15 minutes – to decide what you think about it.

And sometimes you have to let it go limp and detach yourself from any associations.

Is my music indicative of a caffeine-surged green liquid? Probably not.

Forgiveness always comes at a cost to the one granting the forgiveness. To not retaliate is to absorb the cost.

What do drawings mean to me? I really don’t know. The activity absorbs me. I forget everything else in a way that I don’t think happens with any other activity.

Some of the most relaxing weekends I have ever enjoyed were those I spent quietly with a sense of all work to date completed, and an absorbing mystery.

When you are completely absorbed or caught up in something, you become oblivious to things around you, or to the passage of time. It is this absorption in what you are doing that frees your unconscious and releases your creative imagination.

He became absorbed beyond mere happiness as he felt himself exercising control over living things. He talked to them, urging them, ordering them. Driven back by the tide, his footprints became bays in which they were trapped and gave him the illusion of mastery.

A mind truly cultivated never feels that the intellectual process is complete until it can reproduce in some media the thing which it has absorbed.

Just like a carpenter who works as an apprentice and studies the master. Read! You’ll absorb it. Then write. If it’s good, you’ll find out. If it’s not, throw it out of the window.

In this state of absorbed contemplation, there is no longer any question of holding an object in view.