Part those sheetslike holy watersand I will worship you skinlike a born-againbeliever.

Be gentle, always delicatewith every soulyou meet, for every single morningyou wake up, there is someoneWishing, silentlyand secretly, that theyhad not.

What if it's the thereand not the herethat I long for?The wanderand not the wait, the magicin the lost feetstumbling downthe faraway streetand the way the moonnever hangsquite the same.

You can come into the rest of God through solitude.

The musicians that didn't know music could play the best blues. I know that I don't want no musicians who know all about music playin' for me.

The so-called miracle of birth is nature getting her own way.

The Lord is first, my friends are second, and I am third.

It shouldn't come as any surprise that those who choose acting as a profession are phonies who live in a fantasy world. What is surprising is how many of them are blissfully unaware of it.

A boo is a lot louder than a cheer, if you have 10 people cheering and one person booing, all you hear is the booing.

It's not enough to have lived. We should be determined to live for something.

People wince when something is in bad taste. They laugh when it's funny. If it's too dirty or wrong, they won't laugh. But if it's a big, dirty, smart, funny laugh, they love it.

As a believer and a child of the King, to consider casting a vote for someone or for something that would go against what God would vote for ought to be out of the question.

I feel like finding the balance is the struggle with making music in general.