Don't plant your bad days. They grow into weeks. The weeks grow into months. Before you know it, you got yourself a bad year. Take it from me - choke those little bad days. Choke 'em down to nothing.

Writing songs is like capturing birds without killing them. Sometimes you end up with nothing but a mouthful of feathers.

I'll tell you all my secrets but I lie about my past.

All the donuts have names that sound like prostitutes

The piano has been drinking, not me.

It's rather mystifying when you think about writing songs - where they come from, and how they're born.

I started out with nothing and I still got most of it left.