Love it will not betray you, dismay or enslave you, it will set you free/to be more like the man you were made to be

A lot of the time it feels like… music is some sort of excuse to be a human. It’s kind of like people need that excuse to go and put their arms in the air and sing their hearts out.

I approach my life haphazardly. Not much holiness and only as much wisdom as I can muster.

If only I had an enemy bigger than my apathy I could've won.

A lot of the time writers are just sponges... for what's around them, and so books are helpful for focusing your mind and literally putting it into words.

I spent quite a lot of time pissing off my friends because I could get girls with a British accent, despite the fact that I was tubby and, like, not very cool.

It's a unique thing to stand in front of a crowd and sing your songs.

I'd love to write a country album with Adele.

Every band I've come across has read more than I have.

I don't even call myself a Christian.

The authenticity thing has never been an issue for me.

If you become angry with someone today, it is a discharge kashaya (karma effect of anger-pride-deceit-greed). But in that [discharge karma] your intent is for it, which “charges” a [new] karmic seed.

One never learns how the witch became wicked, or whether that was the right choice for her- is it ever the right choice? Does the devil ever struggle to be good again, or if so is he not a devil?

Drinking water neither makes a man sick nor in debt nor his wife a widow.

I design music I don't produce it.

Yr crown has been bought and paid for. All you have to do is put it on yr head

I'm not going to pass out—” He cut her off with a kiss. “If you did, I'd catch you.

When God gives an assignment, he also gives the skill. Study your skills, then, to reveal your assignment.

so I love you because I know no other way than this: where I does not exist, nor you, so close that your hand on my chest is my hand, so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.

Those who do not know must be taught, not punished. We do not hit the blind. We lead them by the hand.

The most magical moments for me come from the little ones in elementary school. They ask adorable and meaningful questions.