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

I had made all these rules for myself: I'm not writing social commentary, I'm not writing love songs.

When I came to California, it was the mecca of the world. Every young person on the planet wanted to be here.

I'm not a kiss-and-teller. I never named names.

I believe that I am male and I am female.

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.

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.