I don't like to make fluffy little songs, but now I want to make some light songs.

The songwriting was almost like something I did while I was waiting for my daughter to come back.

I'm a little young for retirement.

Let light hearts remake us.

You feed it all your woes, the ghostly garden grows.

We call for the three great stimulants of the exhausted ones, artifice, brutality, and innocence.

You win the lasting laurels with your laughter.