I could drink a case of you.

I hang my laundry on the line when I write.

Nobody understood The Reoccurring Dream, but after September 11, when we were coerced to do a national duty and go out and shop, surely people could begin to see what I was getting at.

He saw my complications and he mirrored me back simplified, and we laughed how our perfect world would always be denied.

Woke up, it was a Chelsea morning, and the first thing that I knew there was milk and toast and honey and a bowl of oranges, too.

They'll crucify you for staying the same, and they'll crucify you for change. I'd rather be crucified for changing.

My first four albums covered the usual youth problems - looking for love in all the wrong places - while the next five are basically about being in your 30s.