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

So I'll continue to continue to pretend my life will never end, and flowers never bend with the rainfall.

I see a correlation between short stories and songs, because of their length and for what they're meant to evoke. Combine certain words with melodies and it all becomes very moving.

Somewhere in a burst of glory / Sound becomes a song.

Philip Larkin didn't write for several years before his life ended. And when he was asked why he didn't write, he said the muse deserted him. And when I read that, it really had a profound effect upon me, sort of scared me. So that's why I think I have no right to assume that some thought is going to come... But I think, in my imagination, if it is it, there will probably be something else I'm interested in.

I'm always going forward toward something, and that something is usually an album, because I like to record. I probably like to record more than I like to write.

I don't believe what the papers are saying They're just out to capture my dime, Exaggerating this, exaggerating that.