Music is generally important to blind people, and most of the blind people that I have come into contact, through my parents, music is very special to them.

The first time I ever found Paste I thought somebody just might have finally made a magazine using only the contents of my brain. I read it cover to cover every single month.

The advice is, go slow and take your time with it. That works to my benefit.

The old adage, that "music is a universal language", is really true.

If I am feeling musical and I pick up the guitar, usually something will eventually come out and I'll see where it goes.

I'm not Metallica, you can tell that I'm really not that angry in most of my songs.

That old adage, that "music is a universal language", is really true. Even if all of the lyrics are understood, they seem to connect with it really well and in some ways, more so.

Therapy really did prepare me to become an empathic songwriter. As far as advice goes, it's a matter of self understanding first.

I am definitely not listening to anything remotely close to my music, at least not on a nice day.

If it is a good song, it is a good song. The Beatles were pop, the beach boys were pop and it's the best music of all time.

Emotional states are fairly quick bursts of neuronal gossip. Traits, on the other hand, are more like the neuronal equivalent of committed relationships.

If the world stands in between a man and the woman he loves, he will set out to conquer it.

Do you imagine that a city can continue to exist and not be turned upside down, if the legal judgments which are pronounced in it have no force but are nullified and destroyed by private persons?

Sierra couldn’t afford complications, not in her position, but the way he flirted with her and teased had amped her touch hunger to a deafening roar.

Playboy magazine is now doing a 'Women of Enron' pictorial spread. ... Apparently the only thing these women have left to shred is their dignity.

Thoughts - even fears - were airy things, formless until you made them solid with your voice and once given that weight, they could crush you.

Space is hard - but worth it. We will persevere and move forward together.

When I sing, I try to live the song or live the emotion of the song. The space I'm in doesn't exist. It's another world.

When you get to the rarefied air that people like Montana and Steve Young and other NFL quarterbacks are breathing, you can't believe the competitive, the cutthroat competitive nature of things.

This precious life is our opportunity. We are not the millions and millions of other things that are not human.