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

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.

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.

Lover please do not fall to your knees it's not like I believe in everlasting love

Oh! To not need cognitive justification for every single thing. Wouldn't that be a life?

I think everybody who relates to music is kind of isolated. It's lonely. Everyone who uses the creative side of their brain is that much removed from reality. They are looking for answers wherever they can find them.

Living in L.A., I was completely lost - and I enjoyed it.