When I started looking for pointed shoes, I used to go to Fairfax on Orchard Street in New York City, one of those little pushcart guys. I'd say, 'You got any pointy shoes?' They would go way, way in the back and come back with a dusty box, blow the dust off the top, and say, 'What do you want with these things? Give me twenty bucks. Go on, get outta here!' And that was the beginning.

I guess I've always lived upside down when I want things I can't have.

Sometimes the magnetism of a song is impossible to ignore, and it demands that it be sung in a certain way.

Now it's closing time/the music's fading out.

He said, I'm better off without her, until I showed him my tattoo.

You're my North Star when I'm lost and feeling blue.

I was always laughing in church.