You're creating an intimacy that everybody feels, that it's their experience, not yours. I'll never introduce a song and say, now this song is about 'my' broken heart.

I think that I was being much more uptight about those things before. I feel like I really don't have to prove anything at this point other than what I'm doing.

There were some things that I found I really enjoyed singing about; like, on the title track, there's this film-noir character of a woman who's sort of losing it in a room.

I work very hard at being the best musician I can be because I love it.

Love songs last because they are about feelings that don't change.

So much of what we do as artists is a combination of personal experience and imagination, and how that all creeps into your work is not so linear.

The greatest thing about music is putting it out there for people to figure out.

I'm not really on a mission to tell anybody anything. I'd rather be figured out.

I always wonder what drives us as Artists.

It is a privilege and an honor to perform on Steinway pianos.

Sometimes I can't get out of the character because the story is very intense.

Try this:Wake up and say thank you to the universe for all the good things you have in your life. Appreciate.

Come here, cat. You wouldn’t want to destroy the space-time continuum, would you? Meow. Meow.

The difference between the right spouse and the wrong spouse is the difference between a soul mate and a cell mate.

If you want to find a way, you have to go

So many questionsbut nothing to say, in this current momentwe are still so farfrom the answers.

Though by whim, envy, or resentment led, they damn those authors whom they never read.

If you want to know why you didn't make a boat -- I'll tell you. You're just out there hammering the water. You're killing fish, not rowing.

I saw brilliant ideas coming out of the [Chipko] movement that needed better articulation, that needed elaboration and systematic analysis. I just followed that and it's been very exciting.

The gray-eyed morn smiles on the frowning night, Checkering the eastern clouds with streaks of light.

Who is Silvia What is she, That all our swains commend her Holy, fair, and wise is she.