Even though I know how very far apart we are, it helps to think we might be wishing underneath the same bright star.

You and I, travel to the beat of a different drum, can't you tell by the way I run, every time you make eyes at me.

the relentless touring and endless repetition of the same songs over and over again promoted a creeping awareness that my music had begun to sound like my washing machine.

I believe in the empirical wisdom of science, just to start with, so I hope that there might be some treatment out there that might be helpful.

Cocaine made my nose bleed right away. I thought why do I need a nose bleed? It would make me real nervous and talk really fast. I'm already pretty good at talking too fast. I thought, "Why do I need that?"

If you don't have story to tell the public at large - you have to be able to sort of go listen.

There are a lot of aspiring singers who are not paid attention to because they don't look like a fashion model.