We're all just animals. That's all we are, and everything else is just an elaborate justification of our instincts. That's where music comes from. And romantic poetry. And bad novels.

You do have to be a bit careful with your voice. It is an instrument.

The cost of living in sin would make a poor man out of Paul Getty.

I woke up and one of us was crying.

I find it to be the ultimate backhanded compliment when you are compared against yourself.

Your mind is made up but your mouth is undone.

I get very frustrated by this term 'genre exercise.' I mean, what exactly is that? Genre is not really relevant when you are writing a song; hopefully you are doing it to explore something, to create something, and I don't agree that any of my albums are genre exercises.