I felt like I was making a record under the radar, and that is my favorite way to do anything.

Why are you so petrified of silence, here can you handle this? Did you think about your bills, your ex, your deadlines or when you think you're gonna die? Or did you long for the next distraction.

If I could sell 500 million records every time, it would be great. But I've also had the luxury experience of having it when I was a teenager, in a very kind of model version of it.

I'll be writing records until I'm dead, whether people like it or not!

First I was 'angry,' then 'spiritual.' Now I don't know what I am.

These precious illusions in my head did not let me down when I was defenseless, and parting with them is like parting with invisible best friends.

When I'm really, really angry, if I'm privileged enough to be next to someone who can hold my anger, I'll definitely take them up on holding the bucket.