My inspirations don't come from outer space, they just come to me. I have no idea why they come when they do.

There's a fine line between giving the sense of freedom and being too free.

I started learning to sing what I liked, to experience it in a visceral way. Then it's inside. Get rid of the neurosis and then you can improvise.

It's funny how you can struggle with one piece and write a better one in a minute. When things come easy, it means it's good.

I see something in her eyes, sends me to a better place.

It really sucks when music is so perfect you just don't need to hear it anymore.

I assume most guitar players are like me. They're playing, having fun; then they get a magazine in the mail that says "Shred Is Dead" and they say, "What the Hell?" They throw it away and keep on playing.