You can be 24 and continue to live like you're at college, or even continue to live like you're in high school. Or you can put on a shirt and tie and pretend to be an adult.

No part of Manhattan these days really has the same vibe I get from a Ramones song or a Velvet Underground song.

Growing up listening to rap music, you almost feel like you should have haters. That's an important part of being a successful musician. It's a good thing, I guess.

Anyways, trying to express yourself to the press is often like arguing with a hysterical person.

I feel like you constantly have to prove why you deserve to continue to exist.

Sometimes I surprise myself with how dissatisfied I am with seemingly satisfying experiences.

Sometimes you want to dress a certain way... that doesn't always reflect your pedigree.