First time I kissed you, I lost my legs.

What in the world would I sing for if I had it all?

A dream is a massive magic trick of the mind. No amount of science could explain away the mysterious wonder.

When I listen to my favorite songwriters, they have such simple melodies and chords. I occasionally manage to stop at the right time, but all too often I keep on going until I have way too many notes and words. But that's just what I do.

I think making things that aren't necessarily shiny, happy feelings, putting them in that environment is sometimes an easy way to deal with the ugliness. Like, I know that as a kid, that I found - I think I learned this a bit from my mother - that if I could be as warm around strangers, no matter how strange or what different environment I was in, that people tended to be warm back.

Being able to scream at the top of my lungs in front of people is very therapeutic. It is a great gift for me to be able to do that.

Because life is short but sweet for certain