I compare songwriting to childbirth. How many kids can you have before your uterus explodes?

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

It's nine o'clock on a Saturday, the regular crowd shuffles in / There's an old man sitting next to me making love to his tonic and gin / He says, 'Son, can you play me a memory?/ I'm not really sure how it goes / But it's sad and it's sweet, and I knew it complete when I wore a younger man's clothes.'

Following a code of silence, you're never gonna lose the anger.

I was drawn to boxing because I got beat up as a kid. I was the kid with the piano books in a New York neighbourhood.

My songs are like my kids.

In every heart there is a room, a sanctuary safe and strong, to heal the wounds from lovers past, until a new one comes along... So I would choose to be with you. That's if the choice were mine to make. But you can make decisions too. And you can have this heart to break. And so it goes, and so it goes. And you're the only one who knows.