[He Stopped Loving Her Today] is all about the experience of being alive and the thought process of consciousness, and then you have these polemical essay-type things going on for a couple decades now. Some of these music books are where you're going to see an anecdote of a person behaving without some kind of commentary.

I have no interest in being a trained ballerina. People should dance how they want to dance. I want to be the funky chicken.

Writing should be like skirts. Long enough to cover what it needs to cover and short enough to maintain interest.

Only cool people care about the origin stories of why they like something, and I'm not cool.

Fashion costs money, but songs are free. You can write them for free and you can sing them for free and they can infect those around you or the people from the future and they can sing them for free too.

You can write songs about your comic books and the girl or boy you sort of know and your mom and dad and it's all right there in front of you.

I don't think anybody does anything anymore without commenting on why they're doing it or making fun of it as they're doing it.