It was a beautiful letdown, the day I knew, that all the riches this world had to offer me, will never do.

Life tears at us and scars us as children so we adopt facades and masks to hide this part of us, to keep this sacred part of ourselves from the pain.

There’s a time to be silent - to build up a reason to sing again.

I simply want the music to to find its way to open-minded people.

Music is mere tuning a song with words; to some degree you have a beautiful endeavor of cosigning God's blank checks and you're actually co-creating. You're certainly not the creator with the capital C, but you're embarking on an endeavor, you're using the building blocks that have been given to you by the author of time and space.

Music is admitted under the skin without permission.

Eventually everything fails me, but when I look at the sunset or the sky, I'm reminded what it's like to be alive.