Some of my earlier songs are kind of more about mental illness.

I've done my share of busking, and it's fun until it isn't. There are musicians in the subways that will make you cry, they're so good.

I think I'm still a little too intense for my own good sometimes.

Every time I get up in the morning, melodies occur to me and I start trying to shape lyrics to melodies.

I guess I'm attracted to more archaic words because they can be imbued with more meaning, because their definition is elusive.

My favorite literature to read is fairly dry history. I like the framework, and my imagination can do the rest.

Sometimes I think I don't have much choice in the matter. It's just what happens, and I'm following my instincts the whole time.

Songwriters can sort of get away with murder. You can throw out crazy theories and not have to back it up with data or graphs or research.

All the folks I play with come from jazz backgrounds or at least appreciate spontaneity within the parameters of a pop song.

I am, in some sense, a writer. Even though I kinda downplay the word thing, I do enjoy writing sometimes.

I think when I was pretty young I got really into the tone of my instrument and I remember just playing one note for an hour to just kind of feel the resonance of the violin.

Some people when they see cheese, chocolate or cake they don't think of calories.

If you cannot do it without money, its passion exists in unknown galaxies than earth's core.

Regret is a painful thing. Few people understand that there are three important things that leave us and can never return. Words. Time. Opportunity. These are things we can never get back.

We do always have to make sure we keep people safe. There are the right ways of doing it, and then there are ways that are ineffective.

I give people my heart and my full attention.

Risk deters those who see what they could lose. Those focused on the gain see it as a necessary part of their journey, even if the possibility of loss exists.

That if desperate times call for desperate measures, then I'm free to act as desperately as I wish.

Like the British Constitution, she owes her success in practice to her inconsistencies in principle.

If rationality were the criterion for things being allowed to exist, the world would be one gigantic field of soya beans!