I was smart enough to know it would probably make me a salable item for the paparazzi. I knew I'd have to move to a home that had a gate. But that pearl of possibility that lives in your heart when you meet somebody you want to know more about has such a different molecular density than everything else that you have to pursue it.

I quit the media game. I'm out. I'm done.

The minute hand moves faster than you think it does.

Today I finally overcame tryin’ to fit the world inside a picture frame.

I'm not as surprised in going from playing 1,000 seats to 4,000 seats as I was from 100 to 500 seats.

I love you more than songs can say, but I can't keep running after yesterday.

I'm having the time of my life figuring out this next move.