I'm a fairly tormented artist, and I'm less willing to indulge myself in self-pity, outside of songwriting.

When I look at how fortunate I've been, being a musician... my response to being overpaid is that I should pay it back to my community in some way.

In your eyes, I see what's on my mind.

It's so hard for me to even acknowledge America without talking about race. If you look at our society, if you look at the prisons, if you look at the poverty and which side of the line the majority of people are, we have to acknowledge how we divide ourselves up, that there's racism alive in this country. And it's not in the law. It's in our minds. And that's what we have to actively battle.

It's funny, I get a little quieter with time. I don't want to chase my tail and one day repeat myself and repeat myself and one day have kids going to college and not have memories that I should, because I was too busy doing my thing.

I want to figure out a way to not be stupid with money, then make a whole bunch of it, then I want to move to Outer Mongolia. I want to milk a yak. Maybe I'll just settle for a cow.

Funny the way it is, not right or wrong, somebody's heart is broken, and it becomes your favorite song.