The reason I stop playing songs is usually because I get sick of them, and then they find themselves back into the set list at some point.

I used to do this big rant at the end of some gigs with Ben Folds Five. The band broke into this big heavy metal thing and I started as a joke to scream in a heavy metal falsetto. I found myself saying things like: Feel my pain, I am white, feel my pain.

Notes don't make music until you learn to insert silence between them.

I'm definitely an anomaly, but I'm making things. They're selling, say, martinis, and I'm kind of making vintage Riesling. People aren't going to sit there very often, not your average public, and your average music-business monster is not going to take the time to notice the overtones and the undertones inside the flavor. They'd rather just have the martini.

The music business is a weird business. Sometimes licensing doesn't happen because some business component that you never knew about stops it.

If I'm in a relationship and my girlfriend is sleeping with other people, I don't need to know who it is; I just want to know how she feels about it.

The clock never stops, never stops, never waits. We're growing old. It's getting late.