I find myself a fascinating subject.

I don't need a mirror to see that it's true, cause I'm ugly with a capital U.

I was just dying to get out of my twenties.

For a long time, music was hope. Now it seems music isn't enough to make me happy. It used to be that's all I needed to keep going. Now I need other things to take up the other parts of my life.

My dad was depressed a lot of the time, and there were a lot of things in his life that he never resolved.

I wanted to be a writer. I still want to be a prose writer. I feel I am more temperamentally suited to that kind of life, although there are things I still want to do with music.

I don't have anything to prove anymore. I don't have a record deal, no one has any expectations, I'm in a position of freedom. I don't need anyone's approval.