For what a man would like to be true, that he more readily believes.
I'm an only child, and I think one of the sweet things about that is that my parents are really interested in every aspect of my life.
With a little persuasion, any familiar thing can turn abnormal in the mind. Here's a thought experiment. Consider this brutal bit of magic. A human grows a second human in a space inside her belly; she grows a second heart and a second brain, second eyes and second limbs, a complete set of second body parts as if for use as spares, and then, after almost a year, she expels that second screaming being out of her belly and into the world, alive. Bizarre, isn't it?
Sentences or solutions occur to me in the shower, or while running on the treadmill, or riding on the subway.
It took me years to learn that sentences in fiction must do much more than stand around and look pretty.
My goal was just to tell the unlikely story in a way that would feel as convincing as possible.
In general, I think I'm quick to worry about disasters of all kinds.
Family is everything. Family comes first. It's not what I expected it to be, but nothing ever is.
I write almost everything on my albums, all the hooks etc, but I can't sing them as I hear them in my head. I would struggle to write for just my own voice as it would be pretty limiting on what my tracks are capable of sounding like, so being open to collaboration is crucial for what I do.
You simply keep putting down one damn word after the other, as you hear them, as they come to you. You can either set brick as a laborer or as an artist.
I find that if you take the various popular song forms to their logical extremes, you can arrive at almost anything from the ridiculous to the obscene-or, as they say in New York, sophisticated.