Maybe there's some unquenchable question that I keep asking the universe that I can't get an answer to.

We hear so many records these days that are done with click tracks, as opposed to a drummer.

Music is amazing. There's some metaphysical comfort where it allows you to be isolated and alone while telling you that you are not alone... truly, the only cure for sadness is to share it with someone else.

Your life, unfortunately - and I mean this - your life is built on when love dies. There's a lot of love in your life that will simply die. And you wish that you died with it, you know? But you don't. And you go, oh, well, here I am.

I want people to be ecstatic but to cry at the same time.

You can't really get the full joy out of life unless you really go for it. You just have to go into it and stay under some kind of hope or illusion that it's going to work. But as you get older, or the more experiences you have, or whatever it is that tells you how this stuff works, you also know that if you go all the way into it, there's the risk of losing everything but you don't have a choice.

When I do yoga, it gets all sweaty, and the best thing for dried up hair isn't shampoo, it's sweat.