Quotes from Aimee Mann

I didn't want to play these people any more songs and have them say that they weren't good enough. So my response was to just not be able to write anymore. I know that's not the healthiest of responses.

It really doesn't matter to me what people say about me anymore.

I have a 6-year-old, and his thing is to turn on Radio Disney in the car, and I get such an allergic reaction to listening to that music and the context into which it falls. I'm really working on him about that.

There's a lot of music that sounds like it's literally computer-generated, totally divorced from a guy sitting down at an instrument.

The Moth don't care when he sees The Flame. He might get burned, but he's in the game. And once he's in, he can't go back, he'll Beat his wings 'til he burns them black... No, The Moth don't care when he sees The Flame. . . The Moth don't care if The Flame is real, 'Cause Flame and Moth got a sweetheart deal. And nothing fuels a good flirtation, Like Need and Anger and Desperation... No, The Moth don't care if The Flame is real. . .

Something gets lost when you translate. It's hard to keep straight. Perspective is every thing.

All that I need now is someone with the brains and the know-how to tell me what I want.

I think, to be happy is to be interested and engaged.

Better take the keys and drive forever. Staying won't put these futures back together. All the perfect drugs and superheroes wouldn't be enough to bring me back to zero.

I suppose I should be happy to be misread; better be that than some of the other things I have become.

The king of the jailhouse and the queen of the road think sharing the burden will lighten the load.

It's not easy in this phosphorescent gloom telling waking dreams apart anyhow.

But I can't confront the doubts I have. I can't admit that maybe the past was bad, and so, for the sake of momentum I'm condemning the future to death so it can match the past.

Nightly you retrace your steps again to return to the scene of the crime. It's uncanny how you hover in the air of the wreckage that you left behind.

Say you were split, you were split in fragments and none of the pieces would talk to you. Wouldn't you want to be who you had been? Well, maybe I'd want that too.

There comes a time when you swim or sink so I jumped in the drink 'cause I couldn't make myself clear. Maybe I wrote in invisible ink, oh I've tried to think how I could've made it appear.

You drew a bird that was here, a kind of sweet chanticleer. But with a terrible fear that the cage couldn't tame

Anybody who cares less about wanting to be cool, I think, is more interesting.

I wanted to try to write songs on the piano to get a different flavor.

You know what, the drummer is my manager. He's busy. And I'm busy. I don't need the dough, though. But having said that, there's a limit to how much bad music I wanna play. I did it when I was young, and some of the music was OK, but it wasn't great.

I don't consider myself a great writer, but I would like to think that I can at least proof- read.

When things are really great, it just means everything's in it's place.

The knock-out punch is always the one you never see coming.

Life is a series of problems to figure out how to solve gracefully and with dignity. That is what life is and I can't see it any other way.