And I really wanted a driver's license. I was 43, had my learner's permit and had failed the test once already - but that was in Riverhead, on Long Island.

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

I fingerpick a lot because I can get more of a range of feeling from the guitar than I can when I bash away with a pick.

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

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

It's striking how commercially viable that impulse for instant intimacy is right now, especially in songs and writing.

Don't make a threat and then not do it.