I am quite competitive. In stupid things like card games.

I'm reluctantly interested in love and helplessly interested in logic and yet they're so conflicting. And they're both necessary for a happy balance, a happy existence... I think.

My songs are not pretty. They're what I call optimistic realism.

I feel increasingly like age is very irrelevant. Quite often, cynicism is confused with wisdom, and my scorn is confused with a knowing, which I don't have.

I was an incredibly misanthrope. I couldn't relate to people my age, and I'm not sure why, as I wasn't particularly smart or interesting

I speak because I can to anyone I trust enough to listen.

I am quite competitive. In stupid things like card games.