It's strange that words are so inadequate. Yet, like the asthmatic struggling for breath, so the lover must struggle for words.
“I'm just going to go out there, and if people want to put me on the front of their magazine or whatever, that's fine. If they don't, that's fine as well. I'm just going to go out there and make my music.”
“But rarely have I made choices that made me feel I was really compromising what I believe.”