Madonna created a monster that sucks up souls.

It's about how whenever I fall in love, I have these expectations of the experience being a perfect dream, which, of course, ruins it. I imagine cradling my lover's head in my lap in a cab in the middle of the night, and drinking champagne in an elegant hotel suite. But life's rarely like that, and I usually end up walking home by myself in the rain.

I think the minute you mention death, people run for the hills - unless it's heavy metal. People do not like death.

I wish I could just relax sometimes and make some money, but I always feel like I have to prove some kind of big, profound point.

I find so many songwriters today are missing an element ... either the production is amazing but the songs aren't, or it's the other way around.

I am ridiculously high-maintenance.

I basically have needed to go to the piano and give voice periodically to, you know - I'm always afraid to describe it as a kind of therapeutic process, but nevertheless it was a type of unloading that had to occur due to my personal life with my mother's health or just my professional trials and tribulations.