I threw bitter tears at the ocean, but all that came back was the tide.

Hold on...Hold on to yourself. This is going to hurt like hell.

I like the idea that we build up these walls or rules or laws to maintain our reality, and when they fall away, you're left with a whole bunch of illusions.

I write music all the time. When I talk about having writer's block, it's more to do with lyrics than anything else

Nothing outside of my child is important

Through this world I've stumbled, so many times betrayed, trying to find an honest word, to find the truth enslaved.

Music gave me a sense that I was worthwhile and that I had something of value to offer the world even though everybody was telling me that I didnt.