I had absolutely no idea of how I was supposed to play. I never learned music! I was just thinking: "if anyone can do it, I can do it too."

I make my music at night when there's no noise... Just me, my headphones and the silence. But I'm always making music in my head. It's like a non-stop radio!

When the people call Earth 'Mother,' they take with love and with love give back so that all may live.

I think it's important to share emotion, feelings. Everything the words can't explain. I just want to convey what I'm feeling, thinking.

I don't want to do something just for money or fame; I have to enjoy working on it! If I start to work for everyone and everything, I could not look at myself in the mirror again.

Music always brings great things and makes me meet amazing people. It's amazing.

I know my priorities... I love music and I will continue to make songs, I know it's not just a period in my life. But I am focused on my studies.

I just want to put a feeling in all the music I make. It's a part of me. It's a story. I'm always and I'll always be working on it.

I'm maybe too rude with myself but the fact is that I don't know music theory so I can't tell myself "it's ok now I make good stuff," I need to improve more and more.

I realized that making music can help me to convey my feelings, and if it can relieve me, maybe it can help someone else?

You have to accept and agree with this short notice that “having a dream is different from fulfilling a dream”. “To have a dream” is just a bargaining process

All Criticism is Good Criticism. Learn from it.

We are a dream of a thought which lives trough the Word.

Without initiative, leaders are simply workers in leadership positions.

Unfortunately apparently I am to blame because I don't produce enough English players.

Good writing is good conversation, only more so.

I mean, obviously, a lot of people know me around the world. Kids know me.

To say that majorities, as such, have a right to rule minorities, is equivalent to saying that minorities have, and ought to have, no rights, except such as majorities please to allow them.

There's certainly a portion of my brain that is always tuned to making wry observations about the world, but that portion of my brain was alive and well before Twitter.

Love cannot be described. It must be tasted.