My heart, to put it more simply, got nostalgic for the present. Always a bad sign.

When Rolling Stone handed me this crazy assignment to be in the studio with James Brown, they had the misapprehension that I'd written for them already just because I claimed my character had.

Writing is physical for me. I always have the sense that the words are coming out of my body, not just my mind.

I can't bear the silent ringing in my skull.

There's never any percentage in being ahead of your time.

Anyone could see it all coming and no one could possibly stop it and that was the beautiful thing. Friday night was open wide and writ in stone

You can't be deep without a surface