I remember my brother came home with a bass and played a blues solo on it. I just went insane for days afterwards learning that.

I try as much I can after every live performance to read all the comments my fans post on Facebook and Twitter, as this helps enormously for me to understand straight from fans what worked and what didn't.

I know this sounds weird, but I honestly believe music comes from the universe. Inspiration comes from the universe, and you drag it into your mind.

I have learned that while your putting your record together you can get so caught up in making what you want that you forget what you wanted in the first place.

There is a better place, the hard but joyful work beyond struggle, beyond the shadow of a doubt. It is our real home, the long-remembered future when everything worked and things made sense.

The thing that really matters to me is well-being and happiness. Maybe it comes from knowing people who have tortured themselves trying to meet these strangely narrow and rigorous definitions of what our culture thinks is beautiful.

I think all those people I did stories about measured their own success by the joy their work was giving them.

I think if you're a good person and spread happiness, good things will come to you!