It's hard to view myself sometimes as even in the same league as other musicians, mainly because there's so much music before me. I feel overinformed by different styles and different possibilities.

There is nothing wrong with loving the crap out of everything. Negative people find their walls. So never apologize for your enthusiasm. Never. Ever. Never.

When I'm in New York, I just want to walk down the street and feel this thing, like I'm in a movie.

I want to make sure I'm with a girl that's a good kisser, and that when I wake up, I have coffee and a cigarette. That's all I really want out of life. That, and world domination.

Some things were made to be felt

That's why I played music; my social skills were limited. I think a lot of people that experience that pick up guitars, because they can't communicate otherwise.

They don't make coats for this kind of cold

Bad nights lead to better days

While you can fill every heart as your own full of laughter loud as gold and passion quick as silver.

Is it possible to love someone too much? You bet.

I kiss her mouth and I know... for everything there is a word... for everything but this.

When we can overcome our own personal battles, we can live confidently in situations we would have otherwise been too weak to handle.

The makeup of your thoughts is exposed through your internal dialog.

Everything is good in due measure and strong sensations know not measure.

I'm a mixed breed and hope to live longer because of it.

I didn't want to be an artist in the same place I worked. You could always have people that might feel like you would do something more for yourself.

Budgets are nothing if not statements of priorities.

I come from the school of being (stereotyped) since I was five years old. And I know that I should not be putting my personal issues on the table or letting them effect my work.

Every girl on the planet was familiar to one-last-time e-mail checks.

Rich parents are famous both for miserliness and astonishing longevity. And, when they finally do die, you'll find they've left their estate in inviolate trust to the golden retrievers.

Most Europeans have no idea how wild life can be in north America.