The night is my companion, and solitude my guide.

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

Don't let your life pass you by, weep not for the memories.

You speak to me in riddles, you speak to me in rhymes, my body aches to breathe your breath, your word keeps me alive.

I was raised with a mother who told me that I wouldn't succeed, that I wasn't good enough. Even at the pinnacle of my success, she'd come to a show, and there'd be, like, 10,000 people screaming. And she'd say, "I just don't get it." I think she had so little faith in herself and her abilities as a parent that she couldn't imagine any offspring of hers could do so well. And all that did was drive me to push back. If someone says, "You can't do this," I'm like, "F-ck you! Oh, yes I can, and I will."

We try to create this interesting appearance to make ourselves feel better about ourselves.

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