When I was younger, I was terrified to express anger because it would often kick-start a horrible reaction in the men in my life. So I bit my tongue. I was left to painstakingly deal with the aftermath of my avoidance later in life, in therapy or through the lyrics of my songs.

What I try to keep in mind is that there are going to be a lot of articles that are going to be misrepresentative of what I'm about as a person and as a writer.

How about not equating death with stopping?

Infidelity is a deal breaker for me. I've broken up with people over it. You can't do monogamy 90 percent of the time.

I'm a leave-the-bathroom-door-open nudist, which is sometimes disconcerting for my friends.

To whom do I owe the first apology? No one's been crueler than I've been to me.

I'll be writing songs till I die. There's just no question.