I like to feel that every day or most days, I do a little bit of writing. I am a creature of habit in terms of the way I live.

I don't really remember my folks singing to us, but they read to us.

We all have two lives. The one we are given and the one we create.

I was a liberal arts junkie and I figured, well, I'll go work for somebody somewhere. All I knew was that I was going to have to come home and figure it out.

I'm a bit of a perfectionist. I want to try it again and again, and a lot of times my fellow musicians have to hold me back and say, "Nah, I think we got it."

It seemed inevitable to try to address my feelings about everything that had happened. To a certain degree, it felt cathartic, but it's less cathartic to me than it is illuminating and helping me navigate my own feelings.

I kept thinking, I went to college and I have to get a real job.