Last year's troubles, They shine up so prettily, They gleam with a lustre they don't have today.

I always thought that if I was popular I must be doing something wrong.

Yes I think I'm okay, walked into the door again.

I like to write about things that are extreme in some form. I like to write about something I feel I have to write about.

If language were liquid, it would be rushing in. Instead here we are in a silence more eloquent than any word could ever be.

The first song I wrote was the first song I remember thinking, "Well, maybe I can do something here." The very first one. By the second one I knew I could do something.

You have to defend your honor. And your family.