“I hear things my own way and I present them.”

I don’t speak anything very well. The longer that you travel, you find out that you really don’t even need to speak the language to get around and get things done, to live in those places.

Like most of the popular songs are today in the English language that I hear – then it would be much more of a turnoff then if it would allow me to interpret it.

From the expressive capabilities of the vocalizing or of the sound itself, which allows me to create my own meaning for it, which elevates it into a higher piece of work for me.

I love what I do so I find ways to keep doing what I love. Music is certainly not all that interests me.

Coming to them to listen only to the music is not what people do.

I’ve had to adjust to karaoke as a modern reality that obscures our hunt for what we’re truly after.

Old is unwanted. You don’t find Thais going to the thrift store. They want new clothes. They want the newest cell phone.

I’m not satisfied with the state of humanity.

My sense of humor keeps me from committing atrocities!

But the live band is now becoming ancient history in Thailand, Cambodia, and Burma.

If I must live on the same planet as Mr and Mrs out of touch, I will do whatever I can to jolt their zombie-ass skulls from the upside-down veal market they hang from.

There hasn’t been a true breakdown or effort to break Thai music into genres.

Sound is inspiring and I can be quite obssessive with certain sounds.

I like traditional music. I listen to a lot of it. There is no particular reason to present these recordings.

They’re not into dicing and slicing everything up.

If you’re somewhat resourceful and perceptive, you’re pretty much going to know what’s going on because human nature is human nature: they understand it, you understand it, and it works.

In my man cave, I have tomahawks, throwing knives, and old black-bear furs. There’s skulls, weapons everywhere.

The most important thing of all is my parents were able to leave all four of their children better off than themselves. That story has a name, it’s called the American dream.

Growing up, I never really felt like anything was my own. I moved a lot, and I never belonged anywhere.

After my first year on ‘Gossip Girl,’ everybody said, ‘You’ve got to do a big commercial movie, ride this wave.’

Each day, I choose my age.

When I got my Nobel Prize, I had spent hardly 200 rupees on my equipment.

Kill off all my demons and my angels might die too.

I stayed true to my dreams and, eventually, they came true.