If you do anything regularly for a while, sooner or later the weirdoes will show up.

Music is my mother and my father; it is my work and my rest...my blood...my compass...my love.

Thinking so hard on her soft eyes and memories of the signs that it's over. It's over.

In love we are all brothers and sisters

Grace is what matters. In anything. Especially life, especially growth, tragedy, pain, love, death. About people, that's what matters. That's a quality I admire very greatly. It keeps you from reaching for the gun too quickly; it keeps you from destroying things too foolishly; it sort of keeps you alive and keeps you open for more understanding.

I think I would really lay down and die. Music comes from a very primal, twisted place. When a person sings, their body, their mouth, their eyes, their words, their voice says all these unspeakable things that you really can't explain but that mean something anyway. People are completely transformed when they sing; people look like that when they sing or when they make love. But it's a weird thing—at the end of the night I feel strange, because I feel I've told everybody all my secrets.

A tune has to resonate with whatever is happening around it.