There is a pretty girl on the face of the magazine and all I see is my dirty hands turning the page.

Excuse me, guess I've mistaken you for somebody else, somebody who gave a damn, somebody more like myself.

I'm becoming more and more myself with time. I guess that's what grace is. The refinement of your soul through time.

We all need to demand the happiness for ourselves we desire. Fight for it. Wrestle it out of the clenched fist of the world you live in

My intention for my life is to stay centered, and from that intention come my priorities: my son, my family, my job, my self. That then informs what kind of work I can take on. It's a balancing act, but a fun one.

I didn't mean to be a songwriter; I just was writing for fun, you have all day to do it. I was homeless so that's all I had to do.

I developed a loyal following. No one knew I was homeless.