My songs are not pretty. They're what I call optimistic realism.

If I don't have an outlet in which to express myself...throug h songwriting or other mediums...I get a bit jittery.

A friend is a friend forever And a good one will never leave, never

I'm a bit of a magpie: whatever I see or hear or read feeds into the songs.

Oh! To not need cognitive justification for every single thing. Wouldn't that be a life?

I was an incredibly misanthrope. I couldn't relate to people my age, and I'm not sure why, as I wasn't particularly smart or interesting

I feel sometimes that I'm in a constant state of being lost in translation, and I guess that why I write songs.

Womanhood is something you don't consider until it hits you.

Age is relative. Experience is relative. And I think often intensity is confused with maturity.

It took a lot of time and practice for me to realise that there's no point trying to be something you're not.

No one starts playing my kind of music to make a fortune. But I do want to keep doing what I do and I do want to continue selling records. And I would, eventually, quite like some money.

An open heart has greater power than a clenched fist.

Leaning in, he brushed his lips on Holly's cheek, and whispered in her ear, "You okay?" She gave him a sidelong glance. "You might not promise adventure, but you sure do deliver.

Crime is terribly revealing. Try and vary your methods as you will, your tastes, your habits, your attitude of mind, and your soul is revealed by your actions.

If we could get your subconscious mind to agree with your conscious mind about being happy, that's when your positive thoughts work.

Being all fashioned of the self-same dust, let us be merciful as well as just

I've always had something in my heart where I root for guys who struggle with women.

Too much success is not an advantage. Do not tinkle like jade Or clatter like stone chimes.

Making records is fun. It's not some big statement. You're allowed to make mistakes.

In talking of evolution, it is common to have in mind a tree.

It is wise to apply the oil of refined politeness to the mechanisms of friendship.