Well it's the hurt I hide that fuels the fires inside me

Don't let your eyes refuse to seeDon't let your ears refuse to hear

Well, I looked my demons in the eyes laid bare my chest, said 'Do your best, destroy me. You see, I’ve been to hell and back so many times, I must admit you kind of bore me.

There's nothing in the world so sad as talking to a man who never knew his life was his for making.

We all have that inner voice that is wise, even if we don't always follow it. It's that voice I'm trying to listen to.

You can make bad choices and find yourself in a downward spiral or you can find something that gets you out of it.

I am very self-critical, but that's a good thing because it keeps me growing as a human being and as a musician.

Every song asks to be sung in a different way.

You have to believe in yourself before anybody else believes in you.

The thing I love about music is that you can take things that are painful, deep things that hurt you, and you can turn them into something beautiful.

I never learned to count my blessings I choose instead to dwell in my disasters

A flower never blooms in a hurry so live a life slowly but beautifully.

And no bathroom on earth will make up for marrying a bearded man you hate.

I wonderif I should let my hair go greyso my advice will be better.

Life is either a daring adventure or nothing.

My grand affair appears settled, for America is certain of her independence, humanity has gained her cause, and liberty will never be without a place of refuge.

I'm going to do whatever I have to do to help a New Yorker, whether it's a girl on the street or a tenant in a housing development.

We lived within two hundred yards of the sea, and its voice was in our ears night and day.

There' something about universal truths with the simplicity of the acoustic guitar. You can take it anywhere and it helps me reach listeners of all ages and walks of life.

You cannot lay remorse upon the innocent nor lift it from the heart of the guilty. Unbidden shall it call in the night, that men may wake and gaze upon themselves.

A historian is interested in the past because he is interested in life... a deeply felt need to assure the continuity of human life and discover its meaning, even if the goal is never fully realized.