I find everything a struggle.

I don't know where emotion emanates from exactly. I'm full of it, that's all I know.

And come, blue deeps! magnificently strown With coloured clouds - large, light, and fugitive.

It's amazing, the amount of detail and thought that goes into just an average day. Between the things you see on the news, or on the subway, or whatever, it all gets in there. You sort of shut most of it out, but it all goes in.

That's what music is for me. It's a place to go to.

I'm absolutely flooded with a raucous energy to get out into the world and tell my story again. I feel like this is spring. After a period of shriveling, out come the leaves.

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.