Education is a state-controlled manufactory of echoes.

About half my designs are controlled fantasy 15 percent are total madness and the rest are bread-and-butter designs.

For those who live neither with religious consolations about death nor with a sense of death (or of anything else) as natural death is the obscene mystery the ultimate affront the thing that cannot be controlled. It can only be denied.

I like to sing in the car with the windows rolled down and hair blowing all over my face.

I remember that all of a sudden the car felt like I couldn't control it. It was absolutely the most horrifying experience. We rolled over off the freeway. I think there was something wrong with the car.

A lot of the songs start with an image. I was sitting there playing the guitar and I pictured this old dirty green car with the window rolled down in the hot hot hot Texas heat and this beautiful woman I knew when I was a kid sitting behind the wheel looking out at me.

I remember walking the dog one day I saw a car full of teenage girls and one of them rolled down the window and yelled 'Marc Jacobs!' in a French accent.

I like the desert for short periods of time from inside a car with the windows rolled up and the doors locked. I prefer beach resorts with room service.

I was a good amateur but only an average professional. I soon realized that there was a limit to how far I could rise in the music business so I left the band and enrolled at New York University.

But I think bands that rolled in with a big attitude like they were some big deal I just found that very strange.

There's no way to approach anything in an objective way. We're completely subjective our view of the world is completely controlled by who we are as human beings as men or women by our age our history our profession by the state of the world.