“I never have time to write anymore. And when I do I only write about how I never have time. It’s work and it’s money and I’ve written more lists than songs lately. I stay up all night to do all these things I need to do, be all these things I want to be, playing with shadows in the darkness that shouldn’t be able to exist. Empty bottles and cigarettes while watching the sunrise, why do I complain? I have it all, everything I ever asked for.”

“A smoke before sleep. The uncounted hours of unremembered dreams. Those of a new awaking in a new time and place.”

“What is your advice to young writers?” “Drink, fuck and smoke plenty of cigarettes.”