I lived in an attached house. My father used to drive into the wrong driveway all the time. He'd say, Damn it, how do you tell one of these houses from another?

Time it was And what a time it was, it was A time of innocence A time of confidences Long ago it must be I have a photograph Preserve your memories They're all that's left you

I rate each album as better than the last one. That's how I see it.

There is a moment, a chip in time, when leaving home is the lesser crime.

I stepped outside to smoke a J and when I came back to the room, everybody just seemed to move.

I don't know what I'm going to write when I begin to write. It feels like you are walking down a path, but you can't see around the bend and you don't know where you are going to go, which is fun.

You know, life is what you make of it- so beautiful or so what.