A rock musician's career is short-lived. To extend it, you need to do other things to keep yourself fresh.

Into the mercy seat I climb My head is shaved, my head is wired And like a moth that tries To enter the bright eye I go shuffling out of life Just to hide in death awhile And anyway I never lied.

If you took love out of the equation, I wouldn't know what else to write about.

It's an Australian thing to be dismissive. We find that endearing. Americans don't. They believe what you say.

The big problem with songwriting for me is starting a new song. It's the thing where all the anguish exists, not in the writing of the song, but the starting of the new song.

We as visual artists need to continue to be renegades and say, "Yes I am here to do a project, but what is the social service?"

When I’m singing “Deanna,” for example, which I sing pretty much every night, it brings forward a kind of imagined, romanticized lie about this particular person, which I find really comforting and exciting to sing about.