There's Really No Honor In Proving That

The Minute I Spend Any Energy Defending Myself, Explaining Myself, Or In The Worst Case Scenario, Trying To Please Those Who Are Criticizing Me, I Will, You Know, Just Fall Off A Cliff.

How You Sound. How You Look. Are You Fat? Those Are Things That Could Be Really Irritating.

I Want To Live In A World Where Miley (or Any Female Musician) Can Twerk Wildly At 20, Wear A Full-cover Floral Hippie Mumu At 37, Show Up At 47 In See-through Latex, And Pose Semi-naked, Like Keith & Co, On The Cover Of Rolling Stone At 57 And Be Applauded For Being So Comfortable With Her Body.

If You're Going To Make Work And You're Going To Write And You're Going To Put Yourself Out There And Perform, You Will Be Belittled, You Will Be Insulted, You Will Be Called A Standard Collection Of Names, You Will Be Accused, And You Just Have To Stand There And Continue To Work And Find A Way To Not Let Those Things Poison You.

Every Album Is Just A Greatest Hits Of Whatever Songs Are On A Pile When I Go In To Make A Record.