I'm pretty good with languages. I know a bit of French and actually want to live in France some day so that I can get fluent. I think it'd be tragic to go through life only knowing one language.

I have many moods, and there is no objective reality. And I kind of live by that.

I make music and I can't stop. It's a compulsion and an obsession and a curse.

Music is so hard. It's a struggle to get people to care. It's hard to make an impact in today's world because people aren't buying records anymore.

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.

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

It makes me feel good to have some comforting effect on someone that needs comfort.