I just wanted a song to sing, and there came a point where I couldn't sing anything...nobo dy else was writing what I wanted to sing. I couldn't find it anywhere. If I could I probably would never have started writing.

I've never been able to understand the seriousness of it all, the seriousness of pride. People talk, act, live as if they're never going to die. And what do they leave behind? Nothing. Nothing but a mask.

I wish that for just one time you could stand inside my shoes. You'd know what a drag it is to see you.

You just have to keep going to find that thing that lets you in the door. Sometimes in life when that day comes and you're given the key, you throw it away.

... we're living in a Machiavellian world, whether we like it or we don't.

The tree of life is growing where the spirit never dies, and the bright light of salvation shines in dark and empty skies.

Whatever colors you have in your mind, I'll show them to you and you'll see them shine.