I had a rule that I would never force the muse in my younger days. I would follow the feeling. I would just put the pen down and walk away, and wait for it to come back. But these days, I have a kid, I tour a lot, and I'm always short on time.

You feel the weight of the world and you take things in and you are acting out from a place of being pushed and visceral. It's heavy. You can't be there all of the time.

I think that's why art prevails: because it helps people in a fairly intangible, magical way feel more connected to each other.

It's the sick and twisted male fantasy that we want classy ladies out in the world that make us look good, but in the bedroom, men want subservient women who please all of their whims. It's the typical bullshit of male ego.

If you make everything really on the nose so everyone knows exactly what you're talking about, it's often not as strong.

I don't believe in the myth of the "self made man". Nobody gets through alone.

I think it's important to accept all the ways that we're absurdly lucky. I'm a white male from a safe city in a wealthy country.