I want to be like the patron saint of reality.

Come on. I got drunk when I was like 5.

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.

One of my friends said to me, "Oh yeah, of course you aren't writing." So I was like, "The next time you see me, I'm gonna have a new song." I wrote "Criminal" in 45 minutes when everyone else went to lunch because I had to have a hit. I can force myself to do the work, but only if someone is right up behind me.

I'm not turned on, so put away that meat you're selling.

What's really good is African drum music.

The way I feel about music is that there is no right and wrong. Only true and false.