Nothing pleases me more than to go into a room and come out with a piece of music.

For tomorrow may rain, so I'll follow the sun...

There's nothing like the eureka moment of knocking off a song that didn't exist before - I won't compare it to sex, but it lasts longer.

People who paint, including myself, get to a point where a bit of angst comes in. If you're doing it for a living, it's worth it to suffer those slings and arrows.

Domesticity is the enemy of art. I don't know if that's true. You can write good happy songs. So, I don't think it's necessarily happiness. But I think self-satisfaction is maybe the enemy. It's kind of better to think, "Tomorrow night I'm gonna sing it better." There is this forward effort. It feels to me right, it feels human.

Why would I retire? Sit at home and watch TV? No thanks. I'd rather be out playing.

There are only four people who knew what the Beatles were about anyway.