“I'm not done writing songs about you yet.”
“You're not going to die," I told her, lifting my head to look at her. "I'm not done writing songs about you yet.”
“If you're horrible to me, I'm going to write a song about it, and you won't like it. That's how I operate.”
“I'm a musician. I write songs. I just hope when the day is done I've been able to tear a little corner off of the darkness.”
“You can't write a song out of thin air you have to feel and know what you are writing about.”
“It's that quirky kind of weekend feeling they write ridiculous sunny-day songs about. You know the ones--I'm sure they're on your iPod even though you'd never admit it.”