“I have to re-create the universe every morning when I wake up, and kill it in the evening.”

You shouldn’t let poets lie to you.

i’m back at my cliff still throwing things off i listen to the sounds they make on their way down i follow him with my eyes ’till they crash imagine what my body would sound like slamming against those rocks.

If you can make nature and technology friends, then you can make everyone friends; you can make everyone intact. That’s what women do a lot – they’re the glue between a lot of things.

In school, I guess I was a difficult, know-it-all type of student… I was always complaining that music education was too academic.

I’d done three solo albums in a row, and that’s quite narcissistic.

I feel like the people from Iceland have a different relationship with their country than other places.

There is this stereotype of Icelanders all believing in spirits, and I’ve played up to that a bit in interviews.

I get highs, to be totally honest, in second-hand shops. My hunting instinct, I expect, really kicks in.

For a person as obsessed with music as I am, I always hear a song in the back of my head, all the time, and that usually is my own tune. I’ve done that all my life.

Everything is so designed and airbrushed and Botoxed, it makes us think, ‘Oh, everybody’s perfect except me. Everything’s smooth except me.’ But nothing is smooth.

When I was 20, political music was the uncoolest thing on earth. But when Bush got elected, that was the first time I started actually reading the news.

I do try and wear stuff by unknown designers, and I make sure I pay because if nothing else I have money.

I definitely can feel the third or fourth feminist wave in the air, so maybe this is a good time to open that Pandora’s box a little bit and air it out.

i thrive best hermit style. with a beard and a pipe.

Everything that a guy says once, you have to say five times.

If nothing else, I have money.

It was a magical evening that started with chocolate strawberries, following with ripples of kisses and her sweet smile, wishing this night would last longer lets just stay awhile.

I spend every evening praying for the dawn.

Good kids are like sunsets. We take them for granted. Every evening they disappear. Most parents never imagine how hard they try to please us, and how miserable they feel when they think they have failed.

For I have known them all already, known them all—Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons, I have measured out my life with coffee spoons.

I screamed and cried but only because i wanted to make this right. Instead, I sat alone, shivering watching the evening turn into night.

Good cricket stories, music, and some yummy food is the perfect recipe for a great evening.

Hide our ignorance as we will, an evening of wine soon reveals it.

I want to wake up with you beside me in the mornings. I want to spend my evenings looking at you across the dinner table. I want to share every mundane detail of my day with you and hear every detail of yours. I want to laugh with you and fall asleep with you in my arms.