It was often this way, life consisted of a series of false beginnings, bluff declarations of arrival to destinations not even glimpsed.

It's impossible to overstate how my relationship to music forms a preserve for the esoteric or even spiritual aspect of my relationship to cultural stuff, to human expressivity... it's a safe enclosure.

I listen to music all the time. I write while listening to music. And I tell myself that the music nourishes the art forms that I do master and domesticate, and have authority over.

I prefer old books and find them more relevant. I dislike new books. It's like drinking wine that's not ready.

I'm a firm believer that there are no rules in art. Every trajectory is different.

Listen to me. I’m shy. I’m not stupid. I can’t meet people’s eyes. I don’t know if you understand what that’s like. There’s a whole world going on around me, I’m aware of that. It’s not because I don’t want to look at you, Lucinda. It’s that I don’t want to be seen.

I'm not too embarrassed to say I'm the definition of the target audience. This is my generation, the one of exalting music in album form.