I was looking for someplace to store all the things I was feeling - the friction, the contradictions, the unmerciful truth - but my heart, my soul, my eyes and ears and even my toes were locking their doors. They wouldn't let me in. For safety reasons. I had no choice but to throw the feelings away.

Fate is the magnetic pull of our souls toward the people, places, and things we belong with.

And if my aunt had balls she'd be my uncle.

I've got my girl and my guitar, and for me that's enough.

For me, the release was a spot in time with no past and no future. Just the extraordinary simplicity of a moment— the kind of moment that has a funny way of making a person believe that life and love can last forever.

That's the only way I could describe the music. It was the sonic equivalent of flight

For the record, if I were Superman, a pale, scrawny guy holding a guitar would be Kryptonite.