I taught myself to play the piano, because I wanted to play it.

Coffee in the morning, cocaine afternoons.

I've been aware of the time passing by they say in the end it's the wink of an eye and when the morning light comes streaming in you'll get up and do it again

I look around for the friends I used to turn to pull me through. Looking into their eyes, I see them running, too.

How long can you hear someone crying - how long can you hear someone dying - before you ask yourself why?

As far as those kinds of things, I also played at the concert to call for the release of Nelson Mandela when he was a political prisoner in South Africa. We were celebrating his 70th birthday and calling for his release.

I want to find myself a girl who can show me what laughter means, and we'll fill in the missing numbers in each others paint-by-numbers dreams.