My dad, who plays guitar and piano and was in cover bands, along with my older brother, Matt, taught me guitar and stuff. I started writing acoustic songs and playing by myself in 7th grade.

Love's an excuse to get hurt.

I would say I'm a humanist. I like that. I mean, I don't claim to know anything, but I'm curious about it all. I'm always fascinated when people really fervently believe, because I have such a hard time believing anything.

You should never be embarrassed by your trouble with living, because it's the ones with the sorest throats who have done the most singing.

When everything is lonely I can be my best friend.

I think it is more like a ghost that has been following us both. Something vague that we're not seeing, something more like a feeling.

I've cried, and you'd think I'd be better for it, but the sadness just sleeps, and it stays in my spine the rest of my life.