“Autumn leaves falling down like pieces into place, and I can picture it after all these days.”

“I don’t think there’s an option for me to fall in love slowly, or at medium speed. I either do or I don’t.”

“There's a kind of bad that gets so overpowering you can't even talk about it.”

“This is a new year. A new beginning. And things will change.”

“People like you always want back the love they pushed aside. But people like me are gone forever when you say goodbye.”

“I love a ballad but even too well if it be doleful matter merrily set down, or a very pleasant thing indeed and sung lamentably.”

“The horn, the horn, the lusty horn Is not a thing to laugh to scorn.”

“I am never merry when I hear sweet music.”

“Virtue and genuine graces in themselves speak what no words can utter.”

“Then others for breath of words respect, Me for my dumb thoughts, speaking in effect.”

“Nature her custom holds, Let shame say what it will.”

“Nor age so eat up my invention.”

“Ideas are the very coinage of your brain.”

“Where art thou, Muse, that thou forget'st so long / To speak of that which gives thee all thy might?”

“Lord, I could not endure a husband with a beard on his face! I had rather lie in the woolen.”

“Age, I do abhor thee, youth, I do adore thee.”

“I had rather be a kitten and cry mew Than one of these same metre ballet-mongers.”

“'Mean' is a song I wrote about somebody who wrote things that were so mean so many times that it would ruin my day. Then it would ruin the next day. And it would level me so many times, I just felt like I was being hit in the face every time this person would take to their computer.”

“I keep going back to love when I write songs because I can't figure it out.”

“Every one of my regrets has produced a song I'm proud of.”