I consider myself to be an inept pianist, a bad singer, and a merely competent songwriter. What I do, in my opinion, is by no means extraordinary.

I've reached the age where competence is a turn-on.

I've lived long enough to have learned, the closer you get to the fire, the more you get burned.

I did write a letter to the archdiocese who'd banned the song, Only the Good Die Young, asking them to ban my next record.

Out of respect for the things that I was never destined to do, I have learned that my strengths are a result of my weaknesses, my success is due to my failures, and my style is directly related to my limitations.

Even though I'm in love, sometimes I get so afraid.

It's alright, you can afford to lose a day or two