Everybody is just a stranger, but that's the danger in going my own way.

I'm getting to a point where everything is becoming streamlined in my life. I'm learning how to stand onstage for two hours and play in front of thousands of people as if I am completely in the moment every moment.

I came from the last couple of years in a generation where we didn't have a computer around so we didn't waste as much time on the internet as we do now so I had large chuncks of time which to devote to doing something.

I have these accidents, these mistakes, these self-inflicted wounds, and then I tear my head to shreds about it for days.

Life is like a box of crayons. Most people are the 8-color boxes, but what you're really looking for are the 64-color boxes with the sharpeners on the back. I fancy myself to be a 64-color box, though I've got a few missing.

Sometimes I wish that I was a bong hit, you'd let me in and you would love every minute.

I'd like to think the best of me was still hiding up in my sleeve.