Look To Love And You May Dream,

I Do A So-called Trip Into Myself: I Sit Down At The Piano And The Melody Might Start To Evolve From My Playing Or Then I Might Start To Sing It.

My Mouth Is A Womb. My Teeth Are My Children. My Tongue Is Their Babysitter.

The Personal Appearances And Red Carpet Events Are Very Glitzy, But It's A Bit False.

A Lot Of People Tend To Think That Because I Need All This Time On My Own In The Studio, That I Need Time On My Own, Period. And That's Not Really True.

Music Is Like A Mirror In Front Of You. You're Exposing Everything, But Surely That's Better Than Suppressing.