“We all have holes, chips and scratches on us but these wear marks represent our journey, our wisdom, our knowledge, our lessons learned, our strength, and our vitality.”

Life boils down to two paths, love and fear. Which will you choose?

I just don’t really get to watch a lot of movies, like recently at least I haven’t been able to but I did watch The Exorcist for the first time ever, recently, and it didn’t scare me like I thought it was gonna scare me.

I’m insane, I’m emotional, but I’d rather be that than a robot. So that’s definitely something that I wanted to get out there. Especially with Cry Baby’s story, because the album is about Cry Baby but I realized that me and her went through the same change.

Just as quick as you receive my magic, I can take it away.

I’m gonna write from personal experience, from emotion, from whatever the hell I’m feeling that day.

I think honestly when I was younger I use to love going to carnivals in Long Island. I use to love carnival season; I would drive to every town going to carnivals. That was definitely a favorite memory.

I definitely love horror movies and all that for sure.

”God” is the Glue between us all.

It is aurora borealis when your eyes are shut. It is beyond what our language can convey or comprehend.

Just like a flower, we blossom and transform with the proper sunlight, a balanced amount of water, enough fresh air and when we are firmly planted in the ground.

Indulging in the pleasures of creation.

On the show [the Voice] I obviously wasn’t allowed [singing my own original music], because it’s not that type of show. I think it’s really cool that I get to do my own thing now.

Time traveling through roots to birth healing fruit.

I’m probably the most proud of “Mrs. Potato Head,” because I had that idea in my head for so long, and I tried writing that song one time and I just couldn’t tell the story the way I wanted to, and I couldn’t figure it out.

Even if the song meant a lot to me, I would still probably perform it live.

You are the seashell planting your existence on the shore catching the attention of many even if they aren’t picking you up, but just merely walking by.

Although it is a fantasy film, it’s as real as it can be. You have to imagine that an audience will buy their ticket to a cinema and get on a first-class flight and journey to Middle Earth.

The news of life is carried via telephone. A baby’s birth, a couple engaged, a tragic car accident on a late night highway – most milestones of the human journey, good or bad, are foreshadowed by the sound of a ringing.

It took a lot of time and constant feedback to realize what wasn’t working in my life, and it will be an ongoing journey until the day I die.

How far you go in life depends on your being tender with the young, compassionate with the aged, sympathetic with the striving and tolerant of the weak and strong. Because someday in your life you will have been all of these.

You can always come back, but you can’t come back all the way.

The poet makes himself a voyant through a long, immense reasoned deranging of all his senses. All the forms of love, of suffering, of madness; he tries to find himself, he exhausts in himself all the poisons, to keep only their quintessences.

The journey itself is my home.

Character is a journey, not a destination.