And I am left behind Corrupted crushed and blind All for a dream That in truth was never really mine.

It seems like the older I get, the more unreal the world becomes.

Everything I do, I feel is genius. Whether it is or it isn't.

I definitely consider 'Poses' - the whole album in fact - to be kind of a miracle. Like the last breath of that moment when decadence is healthy, 'Poses' encapsulates that feeling. It's a kind of song and a kind of album that I'll never be able to repeat.

When it came to using elements of your personal life in your work, my mother was the master, or the mistress. There were three or four songs she wrote about my father - songs about failed love.

I like to sing to Verdi, I like singing to Sibelius, and Mahler maybe.

The mind has so many pictures Why can't I sleep with my eyes open? The mind has so many memories Can you remember what it looks like when I cry? I'm trying, trying to tell you All that I can in a sweet and velvet tongue But no words ever could sell you Sell you on me after all that I have done.