“All my favorite songs ever are love songs. Probably topped by ‘The Luckiest’ by Ben Folds.”

I have nothing against reverb.

Our mom cooks well, and we cook poorly. We try.

The way that we tried to approach every piece of music is, if the song had a brain, it would be aware of its catalog.

People were like, ‘he’s collaborating with Taylor Swift’ and I was like, ‘I am?’ I think she’s wonderful. Her songwriting has inspired me for years.

You go to a truck stop and there are key chains with names on them, and there’s no Finneas. There’s no Billie. They’re little things, but as a kid, you just feel weirdly ostracized.

I really value just being able to go out and grab a coffee or going to a movie and not have anyone recognize me.

You know, that’s kind of always been our philosophy: not letting the place that we are get in the way of making great music.

Kids have tools to do what I’m doing.

I have always loved Ben Folds, he’s like an idol of mine, a hero of mine.

When I started, I felt that there was this incredible amount of doubt of my ability as a producer.

I think it’s really easy to be the altruistic hero of your own narrative and story.

We were a very crunchy, sort of hippie-dippy family.

I don’t really have any interest in recording at places that are institutionalized for recording.

I stopped telling people what lyrics meant to them when I saw them tattoo it on them, because it clearly meant much more to them than it ever did to me.

Imagine if somebody was like, ‘Who’s the next Timothee Chalamet?’ It’s like, he’s currently Timothee Chalamet.

It’s important to recognize when a song remains important to you.

My mother told me; son, love her so much she understands how beautiful she is- with or without you.

If we are what we love, Then I am whatever you are made of.

I cannot love thee; thou ‘rt worse than thy brother. Go, say thy prayers, child, and ask God’s pardon. I doubt thy mother and I must rue that we ever reared thee!

How great love is, presence best trial makes, But absence tries how long this love will be.

I am two fools, I know, For loving, and for saying so.

I do know one thing about me: I don’t measure myself by others’ expectations or let others define my worth.

With him, life was routine; without him, life was unbearable.

Love hurts; love heals too.