Whenever we submit our will to someone else’s opinion, a part of us dies

The honor to me has less to do with the award. To me that translates in the relationship that I have with the audience, and if my music is helpful to them, that's the award.

We have these images, these icons before us that are not reality.

Now I may have faith/ to make mountains fall/ But if I lack love/ then I am nothin' at all

We don't want people to have expectations of us, but then we have expectations of everybody else.

Whenever we submit our will to someone else’s opinion, a part of us dies

I have hour spurts when I feel fine and I can walk normal and stuff, other hours, I'm wobbling. I feel like there's somebody behind me kicking my legs out from underneath me. The whole tumor symptom thing is crazy. It's unpredictable. It really messes with your life.