“Search your heart, search your soul, and when you find me there you’ll search no more.”

I’m quite happy with the music carrying on. I’ve never been one to clamor for fame. It just got dumped in my lap. The ambition is definitely not fame. The ambition is to be creative.

I’ve only ever trusted my gut on everything. I don’t trust my head, I don’t trust my heart, I trust my gut.

Like attracts like. Whatever the conscious mind thinks and believes. the subconscious identically creates.

One night love affair, pretending we don’t care, and now we’re left with nothing.

I like the idea of helping people help people.

I remember being in Hollywood at the age of 16 and marveling at the stars. The idea of being part of it never entered my mind. It was too far-fetched.

I draw on my memories but blended with a lot of fantasy.

We were just killing time, we were young and restless, and needed to unwind. There ain’t nothing that lasts forever, forever.

Caught in the crossfire of a silent scream, where one man’s nightmare is another man’s dream.

To be a celebrity, I couldn’t think of anything more cringe-worthy.

If you love animals, don’t eat them.

I pack every minute I can with something to do.

With few words, one can speak the truth.

A songwriter writes songs all the time, whereas just writing a song can be done by anyone, anytime.

I need to be able to rock out.

Out of the dragon’s claws and into the fire, there’s a moment in every man’s life when he must decide what is wrong and what is right.

True love stays with you always and forever in your heart.

My favorite performance would definitely be “Toxic,” which was my blind audition song. It was the start of it all and it was a song I had been covering before the show, so it was very dear to my heart.

I hear your name as the wind passes by. I look for you all around, but you’re not there. Then, I remember you already reside in my heart. You were always there.

Had to retrieve the key to my heart, Let these roses represent how it all fell apart.

The light from the heart shines ever so brightly like a beautiful flower opening up to the world.

Do what your heart tells you is right.

A man’s heart is a wretched, wretched thing. It isn’t like a mother’s womb. It won’t bleed. It won’t stretch to make room for you.

A man’s heart is a wretched, wretched thing. It isn’t like a mother’s womb. It won’t bleed. It won’t stretch to make room for you.