I look at some of the songs I wrote years ago and I can't believe I wrote such crap.

Most people are satisfied with the junk food being sold as music.

There's a deep-seated paranoia that Americans have about not being Americans or something.

Some people stay far away from the door if there's a chance of it opening up. They hear a voice in the hall outside and hope that it just passes by.

There will be other words some other day; that is the story of my life.

You may never understand How the stranger is inspired For he is not always evil, And he is not always wrong.

I'm single but interviewing.