I just started going to shows. I don't know how submerged I am: I feel guilty that I don't get out more, but I really like being inside the house.

The reality of having a kid involves day-to-day practicality - not broader philosophical outlooks.

Giving up and doing something else (nursing, for me) was exactly what eventually led me to making music that other people wanted to hear.

I usually kind of can't wait until my records leak. Back in the day, you could give people tapes, but you can't do that anymore, because it would be available to everyone on the planet within an hour.

One way you can get really close to God is to sin as hard as you can.

I crave music that'll sort of hurtle me into space and release me up there.

It's an important moment as a reader, I think, when you can forget the question of whether you need to know what happened. Some people really want hard explanations. I'm the other way. I like mysteries. I don't want to frustrate people. I don't want people to feel like they got no answers, but I want to approach the mystery and sit with it.