The Way I See It,

For A Long Time, Music Was Hope. Now It Seems Music Isn't Enough To Make Me Happy. It Used To Be That's All I Needed To Keep Going. Now I Need Other Things To Take Up The Other Parts Of My Life.

Songwriting Is Like Editing. You Write Down All This Stuff - All This Bad, Stupid Stuff - And Then You Have To Get Rid Of Everything Except The Very Best.

What Happens When Your Dream Comes True - When The Spotlight Is On And Then It Moves Away?

Human Relations, I Mess Them Up, And They Let Me Down.

I Can't Believe I Got A Major-label Record Deal. My Music Was Quirky, And My Voice Was So Odd And High And Girlish, It Was Like A Weird Novelty Act.