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.

Don't wait for answers, just take your chances. Don't ask me why.

Some love is just a lie of the heart, the cold remains of what began with a passionate heart.

Move to California - my first impression of the Wild West.

You're not the only one who's made mistakes, but they're the only things that you can truly call your own.

I'm sure you have some cosmic rationale, but here you are with your faith and your Peter Pan advice.

People always think I was just playing in a piano bar, but I only did that for about six months. The rest of the time I was playing in bands.