My songwriting is so influenced by orchestrated music, dramatic, super glam rock-y stuff. Two of my biggest influences in songwriting were Elton John and Freddie Mercury.

But I'm warning you, we're growing up.

You can dance in a hurricane, but only if you're standing in the eye.

All of these lines across my face, tell you the story of who I am. So many stories of where I've been and how I got to where I am.

The purpose of it all is love.

The oppression of women is the single most corrosive and urgent problem of our time.

In life, I'm most inspired by entertaining people and driven by the desire to do it by such a powerful force that I think it influences everything I do.

Coffee, whiskey, and fishing poles. That’s really all you need in life.

Colorado is an oasis, an otherworldly mountain place. I've played so many shows in Colorado that I think I'm the Colorado house band.

The mole can't live in your dollhouse.

My mother's a singer and my mother's father is a singer, and everyone on both sides are all country-western bluegrass musicians.

I felt like poisoning a monk.

Exercise is not an instant cure, but you need to get your brain working again, and if you move your body your brain won't have any choice.

Usury is the cancer of the world, which only the surgeon's knife of fascism can cut out of the life of the nations.

The essence of global health equity is the idea that something so precious as health might be viewed as a right.

If my love is without sacrifice, it is selfish. Such a love is barter, for there is exchange of love and devotion in return for something. It is conditional love.

I've always wanted to be a mom. Because I want to give a kid all of the magical gifts my mom gave me, such as love and friendship.

We called her Mother Earth. Because she gave birth to us, and then we sucked her dry.

The battlefield is a scene of constant chaos. The winner will be the one who controls that chaos, both his own and the enemies.

I was so happy I wanted to fold all the people into paper airplanes and fly them into the lidless eye of that big yellow moon.

Couldn't a fire outrun a galloping horse?