If someone criticizes my child it's gonna hurt me a little bit, but it's my child, you know, and I love it regardless.

Waiting for wisdom to open the cage, we forged in the fires of the innocent age.

Now is the only thing that exists.

I'm a child of the woods. I have that sort of sensibility.

MTV didn't call. I guess I wasn't hip and groovy enough

I'm not the quiet sensitive little guy I was. I can't be. There's just too much after me.

Too many hearts have been broken, failing to trust what they feel.