The round-up is an aggressive tradition. I'm trying to objectively be a steward of the tradition and what it means in its choreography. — Sufjan Stevens Copy Share Image
Perhaps we have failed as human beings. Perhaps we have embarrassed ourselves to the natural world. We have been rigorous and willful in all… — Sufjan Stevens Copy Share Image
Everyone suffers; life is pain; and death is the final punctuation at the end of that sentence, so deal with it. I really think… — Sufjan Stevens Copy Share Image
One of my strongest memories is my father playing bongos in the living room in Detroit listening to Motown radio. He was this skinny… — Sufjan Stevens Copy Share Image
“Now that I fell into your arms My only lover, give out to give in I search for the capsule I lost” — Sufjan Stevens Copy Share Image
There's a sense of urgency in understanding that your body is not really your own. We can control it to a certain extent through… — Sufjan Stevens Copy Share Image
I felt that there's an obligation when writing a piece about an urban expressway made in the 50s to acknowledge the context, and Robert… — Sufjan Stevens Copy Share Image
“I forgive you, mother, I can hear you And I long to be near you But every road leads to an end Yes every… — Sufjan Stevens Copy Share Image
The best fiction is geared towards conflict. We learn most about our characters through tension, when they are put up against insurmountable obstacles. This… — Sufjan Stevens Copy Share Image
Some of my music requires an obsessive-compulsive approach and a real embodiment of excessiveness. So I really have to live in that world of… — Sufjan Stevens Copy Share Image
Every time Jimmy Scott sings, it's the same but slightly different. I don't know how he does that or where he gets that from.… — Sufjan Stevens Copy Share Image
