I used to be so young, how did I get so old?

In the war between the humans and the robots, the humans had to win. Call me hopeful.

When you ask my three year old if my iPhone is too complicated, it's not. It's all relative.

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.

The idea that things used to be better is fantasy. It's putting a halo on something that no one can disprove.

I think the only thing that we even have a small tangent of reality or truth about is right now - the moment that is happening right this second. Everything else is up for grabs.

Sometimes I just don't have time to wait for the muse to come, so I've developed things to force the muse to come back.