There's the wind And the rain And the mercy of the fallen Who say, "Hey, it's not my place To know what's right" There's the weak And the strong And the many stars that guide us We have some of them inside us

How I long to fall just a little bit, to dance out of the lines and stray from the light.

God looks like a guidance counselor, God's got that smile. God says, 'How could this be? That's really odd I guess I'll have to check my records, silly me, you know, I'm only God.'

Every once in a while I'll say something...I dropped the F-bomb early on in my career. There was this lesbian couple and they looked super-hip. One of them looked at me and shook her head, like "Don't do that." I think she was doing it to say, "It doesn't work." She didn't say anything but it was this cautionary moment. I knew it didn't work. There are just so many other words to choose from.

I was raised by parents who really admired the religious leaders of the left, as many 60s and 70s liberals did.

Guiding the ship takes more the your skill. It is the compass inside as the strength of your will.

If a war has to happen, a war has to happen.