I had a guitar leaning against the wall and I'd squint at it. It was almost like a dog that had been kicked - I didn't think I had anything to offer it.

I had a guitar leaning against the wall and I'd squint at it. It was almost like a dog that had been kicked - I didn't think I had anything to offer it.

I was grateful to be away from all that familiarity, to have a chance to do something anonymously.

If you keep bashing your head against the same wall, at some point you're going to fall over and be still for awhile.

Well, there's just some universal truths in a way that I've just observed to be true. You read Voltaire. You read modern literature. Anywhere you go, there's these observations about romantic love and what it does people, and these rotten feelings that rarely are people meaning to do that to each other.

I didn't really get London until I read Dickens. Then I was charmed to death by it.

I know more than I knew before I didn't rest I didn't stop Did we fight or did we talk.