This is not to say, there never comes a day I'll take my chances and start again. And when I look behind on all my younger times, I'll have to thank the wrongs that led me to a love so strong.

There's a certain lack of gimmickry to what I do that makes people in England go: 'Where's the thing?

It's so interesting how success hits people and how they react to it.

You know I used to be the back porch poet with my book of lines, always hoping knowing all the time, I'm probably never gonna find the perfect rhyme. . .For heavier things

We just feel like we don't have the means, To rise above and beat it. So we keep waiting, Waiting on the world to change...

How come everything I need always comes with batteries?

It's almost charity work, what people have done, turning other people on to my music.