“Keep your head up, keep your heart strong. Keep your mind set, keep your hair long.”

I think music piracy is forcing many people to look at the live aspect of the record industry as an income and in many ways that’s what sets apart good music and musicians from the fly by night pop sensations.

My motive has always been just to be who I am, and play what I love- if that doesn’t get me anywhere then at least it wasn’t because I tried to be something I’m not.

What I love about the tours is the day to dayness of it all.. you meet so many people and travel so much in such a short period of time and it’s always so concentrated and focused that it stops you thinking beyond the box too much. I love things that absorb you completely.

I like to think illegal downloads only do real damage to the endless amounts of careless pop music though.

I love playing music – and live especially – and I love being on the road. It gets in your blood.

We’ll show the fire how to burn.

I like to believe a true fan of music or an artist has a genuine respect for what the artist does and has a distinct understanding of their actions. In that buying an album they are helping the artist to continue making music. It’s hard because everyone wants something to be free.

If I wasn’t a musician… I think I’d just be endlessly traveling.

I’ve been worryin’ that we all, live our lives, in the confines of fear

The best thing is I can say ‘I’m working’ when I’m having a cup of tea and a cigarette and fiddling on the guitar.

I have a picture from the end of the shoot, and in it I have lost all my hair.

I never wore a single fedora filming L.A. Noire. It took about an hour and a half to do the hair – it was a very precise process.

Nothing is as easy or natural as consumer brands want us to think – no problem is as resolvable. Your hair will fall out, eventually. Yet we do have these brands, and we line our shelves with them. There’s an inherent irony.

The story was a sleeping girl in a narrow bed Dark hair thick and wild and twisted like seaweed across the pillow.

There is snow on my face and wind in my hair and winter has nearly stolen me. But as I remember the words of our song then spring still owns a part of me.

I do not think I reinvent myself. Wearing my hair differently or changing my style of dress is playing dress-up. I don’t take it too seriously.

Even when I get the fried-chicken special of the day, I have to dig into it like it’s filet mignon.

I am the mother of a 6-year-old now, so that’s changed my entire perspective.