The great Searcher of human hearts is my witness, that I have no wish, which aspires beyond the humble and happy lot of living and dying a private citizen on my own farm.

People don't value their obscurity. They don't know what it's like to have it taken away.

Every single one of the guys that I've written songs about has been tracked down on MySpace by my fans.

I feel like my dating life has become a national pastime, and Im not comfortable providing that entertainment anymore.

I don't know what everybody else was fantasizing about but what I was fantasizing about was a nine-to-five existence, a house on a tree-lined block with a white picket fence, pink roses in the backyard. [...] After a while you learn that privacy is something you can sell, but you can't buy it back.

My apartment is my stage, and my bedroom is my stage - they're just not stages you're allowed to see.