Listen not to the critics who put their own dreams on the shelf.

The blues will be blue, and the jealousies green, but when love picks its color it demands to be seen.

I understand that music is a business, but for people who have control of their stuff, like little Taylor and other artists, I think you'll find them standing up for their music every chance they get.

That smell of freshly cut grass makes me think of Friday night football in high school. The smell of popcorn and cigar smoke reminds me of the stadium. The cutting of the grass reminds me of the August practice.

I've never stayed awake at night over a chance I took that failed, but I've stayed awake over chances I didn't take.

They call them fools, who are unable to resist the slightest chance love might exist.

Thank God for unanswered prayers.