Writing music is like tasting the sky. It keeps me dreaming in color.

Reality is a lovely place, but I wouldn't want to live there.

I'm a very introverted guy, so I don't need to be around people for as long as someone who's very extroverted to get that sort of social fix per se.

Today I fell asleep reading a book. The book is called INSOMNIA. I win.

Time. There is much time left and lots of life seasons. There is much to see, to do, and to be.

As I’m so often reminded what a priceless gift my life is, I ache with everything in me to make it count, so that when I finally cross the finish line, I’ll hear the words, 'Well done, good and faithful servant.

You’ve got mountains of your own, I’ll bet on it. Take heart. Be encouraged. Remain steadfast. Hang on for dear life. You’ve got a better grip than you realize.