Rock and roll is - and should be - a kid's place.
Everybody knows it hurts to grow up... and we're still fighting it.
A lot of 18-year-olds are like old men. They think they've seen everything.
Now that I have found someone, I'm feeling more alone... than I ever have before.
The clock never stops, never stops, never waits. We're growing old. It's getting late.
You never know when you put out an album that's unique whether it'll get beat up for it or not.
I'm older than I was, and I'm still washed-up, and I haven't changed my music one iota. It's just much easier to do this when people are being nice to you.
It's a tough thing to know that when you're making your album, you're going to end up collaborating with, say, Wal-Mart, on your artwork. That just sucks. And the pressure behind getting the numbers real fast is, to me, dizzying.
Next door, there's an old man who lived to his nineties and one day passed away in his sleep. And his wife, she stayed for a couple of days and passed away. I'm sorry, I know that's a strange way to tell you that I know we belong.
I used to do this big rant at the end of some gigs with Ben Folds Five. The band broke into this big heavy metal thing and I started as a joke to scream in a heavy metal falsetto. I found myself saying things like: Feel my pain, I am white, feel my pain.