Home in her apartment she'd dwell 'til the man from her dreams comes to break the spell.

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.

It's like a lot of kids; when you tell them someone's died, they laugh.

I'm not into, Hey, what's your sign? or any of that. But I don't know how I got here, and I don't know how I write songs. I don't know why I breathe.

Fight for the right to live in freedom!

Alas, it looks like those unsubstantiated rumours about me are about to come true after all this time.

Sadness isn't sadness. It's happiness in a black jacket. Tears are not tears. They're balls of laughter dipped in salt. Death is not death. It's life that's jumped off a tall cliff.