There are certain parts of chords that resolve things and tie a bow, and others that keep things open and unanswered.

I'm a nostalgic person and I really like rehashing and digging around the mental trunks.

I'm in the countryside outside of Paris, in a beautiful old manor house. The studio is in the basement, but we decided to set everything up in the old parlor and dining-room area so we can look at each other and (at) the sunshine coming through the stained-glass windows. It's pretty idyllic, and I think it's spoiling me. I'll have to go back to regular life after this.

No matter who weaves in and out of your life, regardless of the quality of those deep friendships and familyships, I'm the only common denominator at this point who's been with me the whole time. And there's this sense of trying to make sense of that ultimate solitude. It's not a negative or even a positive. It's just a fact.

I think I prefer the constant renewal. It's almost like sandpapering down any details or any contour of familiarities.

Songwriting is a really fortunate skill to have to frame living and to find new ways to observe things you're going through.

I like being swept up in weather and observing it as something beautiful and giant.