I like writing melody without an instrument. It's just so - it's more like the choreography of a bee; you just go.
I like beautiful melodies telling me terrible things.
On my gravestone, I want it to say, "I told you I was sick."
It's cold out there, colder than a ticket taker's smile at the Ivar Theatre on a Saturday night.
I'll take a rusty nail and scratch your initials on my arm.
It's rather mystifying when you think about writing songs - where they come from, and how they're born.