For me a chameleon is something that disguises itself to look as much like its environment as possible. I always thought I did exactly the opposite of that.
You should turn around at the end of the day and say I really like that piece of work, or that piece of work sucked. Not, was that popular or wasn’t it popular?
I hate albums that are really happy. When I am really happy, I don’t like to hear happy albums, and when I am really sad I don’t wanna hear happy albums… and I tend to gravitate towards the lonely and isolated anyway when I write.
I suspect that dreams are an integral part of existence, with far more use for us than we’ve made of them…The fine line between the dream state and reality is at times, for me, quite grey.
And these children that you spit on as they try to change their worlds are immune to your consultations. They’re quite aware of what they’re going through.
