I don't really know why I'm such an emotional person, that's just how I was born. It's a problem. It's not easy to be married to me.

Wonder in everything No matter how great or small... Same thing that's scrawled across the stars Is written under our skin... There's a time to search for understanding Sometimes you just got to sing New horizons, new horizon within

I find everything a struggle.

Love after divorce is all about showing and sharing with my son what is good and right in life!

October's gold is dim — the forests rot, The weary rain falls ceaseless, while the day Is wrapped in damp.

Everything's stolen. Everything precious - be it a kiss, or be it James Brown - gets misappropriated to the aid of the advertising executives. So, an act of reclamation, somewhere else to be: that's what I want my music to be. Somewhere you can step into. A place.

I guess I'm just a heart-on-sleeve type of human being.