I like words. Words are places, rooms, distant airs, thin and tropical. They make us feel and imagine we are more than our bodies.

He loved her, free parts and labor. But she broke down and died.

I get weary of reading about rebirths because we're all growing all the time and it diminishes the life you've lived if you say 'I'm a new person.

I think I have to work to write a happy song. I write them carefully; they're simple and they're about when it's fun to walk down the street. You know? Because that's the best thing about when you're happy. It's just one little thing that makes you happy, and you're making friends. The kind of thing I can do is capture this moment.

Who can I turn to? Who can I trust?

There is no fear before and no fear after. We give our best.

Somehow credibility comes into play if you do things that are too familiar.