Anyone who's been a heavy drinker and heavy smoker and has the good future to survive that and give it up knows what a very different kind of daily existence one has. I was smoking a couple of packs of cigarettes a day. And I was drinking heavily on tours.

I always considered myself a minor writer. My province is small, and I try to explore it very, very thoroughly.

I always felt I was scraping the bottom of the barrel trying to get a song together.

Well I am the one who loves changing from nothing to one.

[Prozac] didn't seem to have any effect whatsoever on my melancholy, my dark vision, and everything else that I'd taken it for.

The obstacles are great and the suffering is great and people have got to make a living.

We're in a world where there's famine and hunger and people are dodging bullets and having their nails pulled out in dungeons so it's very hard for me to place any high value on the work that I do to write a song. Yeah, I work hard but compared to what?