Once I got the open tunings for some reason, I began to get the harmonic sophistication that I heard that my musical fountain inside was excited by. Once I got some interesting chords to play with, my writing began to come.

Everybody's saying hell's the hippest way to go. Well, I don't think so, but I'm gonna take a look around it though.

My parents told me I'd point to a bed of flowers and say 'Pink. Pretty,' before I knew any other words.

everything comes and goes; pleasure moves on too early and trouble leaves too slow

Let light hearts remake us.

I never really wanted to be a star. I didn't like entering a room with all eyes on me. I still don't really like the attention of a birthday party.

I see bodies as individual things.