“Love is not overrated – you are just tired of getting hurt.”

My weakness was loving you before loving myself.

Conditional love is not love.

Broken glass taught me there is something so beautiful in shattering.

Letting go is an art – master it and be free.

Only the moon knows all the secrets I tell her about you.

I can’t un-feel the trauma – it’s in my blood.

Your pride won’t let you love.

Life is a dance – make it beautiful.

The darkness doesn’t stand a chance against the sun.

Your aging face tells stories of where you’ve been whom you’ve loved.

When he tells you he’s a bad man, believe him.

My spirit is sad – I carry the tears of my ancestors.

Your love is warm like the sun – I feel it all over my skin.

There’s a difference between a soft spot and a blind spot,

I don’t want your polite lies, give me the painful truth.

Only god can bring dry bones back to life.

I don’t deserve a Songwriters Hall of Fame Award. But fifteen years ago, I had a brain operation and I didn’t deserve that, either. So I’ll keep it.

I don’t think about my fame very much.

I think fame itself is not a rewarding thing. The most you can say is that it gets you a seat in restaurants.

Popular music is popular because a lot of people like it.

This is part of what a family is about, not just love. It’s knowing that your family will be there watching out for you. Nothing else will give you that. Not money. Not fame. Not work.

I never wanted to take autographs, always wanted to give them. To do this, you have to achieve something.

Fame can take interesting men and thrust mediocrity upon them.

I guess I don’t have a proper perspective on my fame; if I did, I don’t think I’d like it.