Even when I think I'm writing really young, they say it's too mature.

The business today is completely different and it's very producer driven, so that a songwriter needs to have producing chops, be a singer, songwriter, or find a singer to develop.

Sharing a triumph with someone you love is an incredible high.

My nature is to be linear, and when I'm not, I feel really proud of myself.

You made a lot of mistakes, and you wrote a lot of crap. But it was all part of the learning process.

We wrote what sounded good to us and hoped it would find a home.

That's what it is every time you walk into the room to write with someone new. It's like, oh god I have to take my clothes off 'my creative clothes' and let them see all of my flaws.

You just have to believe in yourself when you've got something, and just keep pounding on the door, because if you pound long enough, somebody is going to open it.

I wanted to write for Broadway.

That first writing session, what Dan Hill calls a creative blind date, is always a real challenge, and you bring that back to your partner when you return to writing with them.

We have gone through some difficult times like everyone else and perhaps our working together and respecting each other's abilities, in addition to that little thing called love, helped us survive.

I frowned at him. "Isn't sarcasm the opiate of the masses?""You're thinking of religion, " he replied. "Sarcasm is the Xanax of the morally bereft.

If you want to see mankind fully, look at a family. Within the family minds become organically one, and for this reason the family is total poetry.

We have progressed from the stone age and moved on to the age of stone hearted people

Being judgmental and condemning is not one of the gifts of the Spirit.

I'm sure that if Plato hadn't been against music with a strong sexual beat, Bloom would have kept quiet about rock-and-roll.

Even when my parents were together, they both had to travel and work, and it wasn't like they had nine-to-five jobs. In that way, it wasn't a normal family life.

Thought is metaphoric, and proceeds by comparison, and the metaphors of language derive therefrom.

Suffering is a gift; in its hidden mercy

At the bottom there is no perfect history; there is none such conceivable. All past centuries have rotted down, and gone confusedly dumb and quiet.

Love, that is day and night - love, that is sun and moon and stars, Love, that is crimson, sumptuous, sick with perfume, no other words but words of love, no other thought but love.