As supportive as my hometown is, in my high school, there are people who would probably walk up to me and punch me in the face. There's a select few that will never like me. They don't like what I stand for. They don't like somebody who stands for being sober, who stands for anything happy. They're going to be negative no matter what.

Dude, my hair is like an architectural structure. It’s like… a building.

That's the thing with love: It's going to be wrong until it's right.

I only sing in my church choir. Except the other night, I stole the show at karaoke night.

Be good to people. Be good to every single person you come into contact with. My best friends are great musicians. But more than that, they're great people.

If you can figure out how you're feeling, then maybe you have a chance of getting over it.

Autumn leaves falling down like pieces into place, and I can picture it after all these days.