I moved from Minnesota out to Los Angeles and I thought I was going to hate it out there, but I really like it.

If you get raised up having everything you want and then get put out in the world and try to live your own life, you've never had anything to train you how to live.

Apparently, there's this whole set of disgruntled people but obviously it's not my intention to offend anyone by changing the style of music that I've done.

During a big rock show, you can flub a few things and nobody will hear it, because it gets buried under everything else.

Who I am musically I hope will just keep changing and changing.

I'm not a fast, stream-of-consciousness lyricist at all - I know some guys who are, and if there is one skill I wish I had, it's that.

I have an awesome church home and an awesome Pastor down in L.A., and I couldn't be happier.

Cause I enjoy both, I enjoy recording and playing live, but yeah, the rush of playing live is really something.

But I needed to prove to everyone that I was a serious musician.

Right, yeah, you know, my favorite thing just globally about music is just hopefully I'm able to be, you know, blessing the people in any way that I can.

Sometimes I'll get a burst when I write lyrics, it usually happens in 20 minutes and I'll write the whole song, and that's really the only way it feels comfortable.

How can you love art, beauty, poetry, and hate life? That's like saying you love the ocean but hate water.

Fixed mindset worries in the nest and the growth mindset dances on the edge.

An arrogant person considers himself perfect. This is the chief harm of arrogance. It interferes with a person's main task in life - becoming a better person.

I think there is a longing in everyone for a personal relationship with God.

To say that the whole of the industrial experience of Europe and America just shows the rewards of exploiting the Third World is a gross simplification.

...the West has its share of liars and poseurs, the ablest of whom congregate in government.

Every little thing wants to be loved.

God sometimes washes the eyes of His children with tears in order that they may read aright His providence and His commandments.

He must never forget Charlie's plea: Tell me where I'm going to die, so I'll never go there.

The sky above the port was the color of television, tuned to a dead station.