I find everything a struggle.

I don't know what I want, but I know what I don't want: I don't want to just repeat myself.

In the creative act, you kind of reach down and look for things that will, when put together, create an emotional effect.

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

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.

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

I find everything a struggle.