I prefer Christmas, which is everybody's holiday. It's just my nature. I don't like to be zeroed in on en masse.

You could write a song about some kind of emotional problem you are having, but it would not be a good song, in my eyes, until it went through a period of sensitivity to a moment of clarity. Without that moment of clarity to contribute to the song, it's just complaining.

My heart is broken in the face of the stupidity of my species.

Freedom to me is a luxury of being able to follow the path of the heart, to keep the magic in your life. Freedom is necessary for me in order to create, and if I cannot create I don’t feel alive.

I don't know how to sell out. If I tried to sell out I don't think I could.

If you see yourself as a kingly type, then you need your serfs and your army and so on around you.

Inside your own self pity there you swim, in sinking down to drown her voice still haunts you, and only with your laughter can you win.