Took your car, drove to Texas. Sorry honey, but I suspected, you and I can't cry anymore.

My yesterdays are all boxed up and neatly put away.

You're my favorite mistake

It's interesting when I jog, how much the music makes a difference. You can pretty much count on the Foo Fighters to get your heart rate up.

As you get older, you have your tribe of women that you grow and age gracefully with and you share wisdom with. That's your clan. That's your family. That's your strength.

Now that I'm in my 40s, it's much easier to be an artist. It's good knowing that I'm not in the game to be competing with really young groups of kids on the radio. Or to, you know, make 'beat' music.

I'm not dead. I mean, I may be getting older, but I'm not dead!