Love is like grass. If you fall on it, it may leave a stain and some temporary pain. But you'll get over the pain, it will eventually stop hurting. Now maybe the stain ruined your favourite pair of jeans, or maybe it was nothing special that was ruined, but either way the stain remains there. And with time, it will begin to fade, but it will always be there, a permanent reminder that you, too, once fell.

I feel strikingly domestic. We're in our own world with two busses and trucks.

Stop falling in love with everything that lets you down, even if your hands are shaking and your faith is broken, even as the eyes are closing, do it with a heart wide open. Say what you need to say.

I need some kind of emotional stake in it to write my lyrics, assuming that place. It might just be an emotion I understand but am not currently experiencing necessarily.

We're supposed to lose our friends to time, at an age when we're ready to agree to the terms of having lived a long life. Not now.

I mean, I’m quite happy. I’m happy in all aspects of my life. I'm very happy in all aspects of my life.

I really don't want to be a hunk.