“At a major label you can start to feel that you’re working for them, and that any work you do, you’re never going to see any benefit.”

They want to sign distribution deals with labels, who have lots of product, lots of artists.

When I grew up in the ’70s I thought you had to take drugs. It was almost like I didn’t think you had a choice.

All that I need now is someone with the brains and the know-how to tell me what I want.

If your standards are low, you’re going to stop pretty early on in the process.

Knowing record labels and knowing the kinds of things they would object to-they just object to everything that’s interesting.

The king of the jailhouse and the queen of the road think sharing the burden will lighten the load.

I don’t consider myself a great writer, but I would like to think that I can at least proof- read.

One of the things I’ve really gotten past in the last couple of years is the idea of being made uncomfortable by the way things appear, rather than how things are.

I certainly understand that we’re all trying to make a living, but I’m not thinking about that when I’m making it.

I thought everything was interesting. I wanted to go scuba diving and I wanted to learn how to surf.

Because I grew up in the 60s girls were not allowed to do anything. As I’ve gotten older and realized that women can do things like that I thought, ‘Why not? Now’s the time.’

Something gets lost when you translate. It’s hard to keep straight. Perspective is every thing.

I’m really into boxing. I go to a gym and I’m friends with a trainer who’s a pretty famous boxing trainer and I train with him.

I probably would’ve kept slogging on that same chord change, because there’s a tendency to have that happen.

You get into the cadence in your mind, and it’s hard to make the kind of left turn that you probably need to keep it really interesting.

Better take the keys and drive forever. Staying won’t put these futures back together.

One of the best feelings in the world is knowing that someone is happy because of you.

Please don’t make me feel special or worthy of your time, If you’re just going to feed other girls those same sweet lines.

I spoke to myself in lyrics and sugar coated words. A melody of lies and symphonies to soften the blow of how i really felt. I licked at the tender taste and fell into a cacophony within my skin. Would this ever end? This denial of feelings?

I’m the air you breathe. Feel me inside you, each time you inhale.

When I write poems about my feelings for you, it seems that even my words blush.

Your lips were soft and tender, warm like september. Every moment spent with you made me feel wild and brand new.

I’ve gotten a lot of things wrong in my life, a lot of missteps I’ve taken in strife; but one thing I’m certain i’ve always gotten right, is the feel of your lips so soft and so light.

You hurt and I bleed. What a curse to feel so deeply.