“When I grew up in the ’70s I thought you had to take drugs. It was almost like I didn’t think you had a choice.”

It’s funny, because my last record was a lot about isolation and people living in separate worlds that other people can’t even understand, which drug addiction is the perfect negative example of.

It’s not easy in this phosphorescent gloom telling waking dreams apart anyhow.

It’s more important for me to have a good record with good music and be part of a movie that’s good and where the music is used in a really great way. That’s the important thing. The other stuff you want to say about it, I don’t care.

I wanted to try to write songs on the piano to get a different flavor.

I suppose I should be happy to be misread; better be that than some of the other things I have become.

But I can’t confront the doubts I have. I can’t admit that maybe the past was bad, and so, for the sake of momentum I’m condemning the future to death so it can match the past.

All the perfect drugs and superheroes wouldn’t be enough to bring me back to zero.

It’s easier to describe that shame, that horrible feeling of not being able to control your own life.

For me, there’s a fine line between telling a story that’s fictional with lots of details and then removing yourself too much from it, so it’s bloodless, a little too fictional.

Clearly in this business you have to contend with a lot of that.

Nightly you retrace your steps again to return to the scene of the crime. It’s uncanny how you hover in the air of the wreckage that you left behind.

You know what, the drummer is my manager. He’s busy. And I’m busy. I don’t need the dough, though. But having said that, there’s a limit to how much bad music I wanna play.

In the ’70s, everybody thought drugs were just good times. People didn’t really know about drug addiction, or that such a thing existed.

I don’t envy anybody trying to start a career right. There really is no music business left, in a lot of ways.

No, the moth don’t care when he sees the flame The moth don’t care if the flame is real ‘Cause flame and moth got a sweetheart deal.

Life is a series of problems to figure out how to solve gracefully and with dignity. That is what life is and I can’t see it any other way.

Unbelief is safe, because it takes no risk and almost always gets what it expects.

However, contrary to almost all other anomalocaridids which were active predators, our animal would have been a very peaceful guy.

It always felt embattled and small. It always, almost always, was a small group of people relative to the opposition around.

And once they start to think about the consequences, they almost always calm down. Unless they’re drunk, of course. Or stoned. Or aged between fourteen and twenty-one. Or Glaswegian.

Im really good at writing almost hits.

No matter how much strong black coffee we drink, almost any after- dinner speech will counteract it.

All outward forms of religion are almost useless, and are the causes of endless strife.

All the children stood and gazed at it, loving it and longing to go to it. It looked so secret – almost magic.