My voice is my instrument. ... It is not in the throat, from where it appears to come. It is in my feet and how they touch the floor, in my legs and how they lift and sink with the rhythm of the song. It is in my hips and belly and lower back.

Leaping away from my mistakes has propelled me forward. It has great force behind it. It makes for great storytelling.

Often thoughts are given to me with the sole purpose of giving them away.

I don't believe in nirvana. If nirvana was handed to us on a silver platter, this would be the first day of our struggle to keep it.

If you have the guts to keep making mistakes, your wisdom and intelligence leap forward with huge momentum.

We who are interested in relative truth have to keep digging for it and not let ourselves be sucked under.

It doesn't take long to sum up the major theses of most popular music: he loves me; he left me; I need him; I needed him, but now I need his best friend. Rather limited scope.