I was just working on music and reading. It was relaxing. I would just stay up so late for no reason because I was bored.

People quickly forget that people are people.

I don't place too much importance on words. It's always the last thing I do because I'm definitely more interested in mood.

The fact that I fell into this seemed more like a stroke of good fortune than hard work. Not to say that I didn't work hard, but it wasn't like, "I'm going to be a musician."

I still write poetry from time to time, but my whole life is so music-oriented at this point that it's hard for me to even think about having other hobbies.

My idea of a good hit is when the victim wakes up on the sidelines with train whistles blowing in his head... I like to believe that my best hits border on felonious assault.

It was like an exponential weed. And people treated me as if I was an established musician. I wasn't.