The way my life's structured, I don't stay in a place for more than a couple months.

Screaming is bad for the voice, but it's good for the heart.

I think there's a weird self-affirmation thing that happens in popular music in general. It seems like every song I hear on the radio is like, "Listen to me roar!" or "This is my fight song!"

Because the truth is that gossip is as good as gospel in this town. You can save face but you won't ever save your soul. And that's a fact.

I kind of go in waves with reading. Sometimes I read all the time, and sometimes I can't get settled enough to focus.

In a coma, you don't dream, you just hope that someone sits with you.

You can't manufacture inspiration, so a lot of it is still a waiting game for me. There's still a lot of mystery to songwriting. I don't have a method that I can go back to - they either come or they don't.