We are the inheritors of a wonderful world, a beautiful world, full of life and mystery, goodness and pain. But likewise are we the children of an indifferent universe. We break our own hearts imposing our moral order on what… — Colin Meloy Copy Share Image
You can't really come into a concept record objectively, because you immediately associate it with Yes, stuff from the 1970s that punk rock kicked… — Colin Meloy Copy Share Image
And I am a writer, writer of fictions I am the heart that you call home And I've written pages upon pages Trying to… — Colin Meloy Copy Share Image
“Sometimes, when the world is falling apart around you, all that's left to do is dance, right?” — Colin Meloy Copy Share Image
My mother was a Chinese trapeze artist in pre-war Paris Smuggling bombs for the underground. And she met my father at a fete in… — Colin Meloy Copy Share Image
“Prue felt like someone had bored a hole in her stomach the size of a basketball” — Colin Meloy Copy Share Image
“There's as much benefit to wishing the world away as there is in demanding a bud to bloom," responded Iphigenia as she patted Prue's… — Colin Meloy Copy Share Image
I think the music should definitely underscore the sentiment of the song, and it can work for or against it. — Colin Meloy Copy Share Image
No-one wants to hear anything spoken in earnest anymore, unless it happens to involve unrequited, teenage love. — Colin Meloy Copy Share Image
Pop music has always adopted the style of marrying upbeat melodies to dour lyrics. — Colin Meloy Copy Share Image
“My dear Prue, we are the inheritors of a wonderful world, a beautiful world, full of life and mystery, goodness and pain. But likewise… — Colin Meloy Copy Share Image
