I can't tell you what I had for breakfast, but I can sing every single word of rock and roll

I've come to believe that whoever I am didn't start on December 14, 1946, and isn't going to end on whatever that mysterious date is in the future

I was just sort of moving through time.

I can't even remember how many times I tried to kill myself

All I will tell you is that I play a small role in someone's happily ever after.

The panic attacks - I still have them. They started when I was around 8. They always have to do with my death

When I don't know what the music is going to be for a scene, I imagine some sort of orchestration going on and damned if they don't usually come up with a similar kind of thing.