My heart went cold and only hollow rhythms resounded from within, but then he rose, brilliant as the moon in full and sank in the burrows of my keep, and all my armor, falling down, in a pile at my feet.

Let me know the way, before there's hell to pay.

It's calm under the waves in the blue of my oblivion.

I want to be able to do whatever I feel like doing and not worry about anything. Even when I was a kid, the only contemporary artist I listened to was Cyndi Lauper.

Never is a promise, and you can't afford to lie.

I'm here because of what I write. Obviously, I must know something

In a strange way, I'm way more comfortable onstage than anywhere else.