“The thing that was most interesting to me was getting my first prints back from the printer and realizing photography doesn’t end with the click of a button, it starts there. Printing is so exciting.”

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.

There is little sense in attempting to change external conditions, you must first change inner beliefs, then outer conditions will change accordingly.

Thoughts of doubt and fear are pathways to failure. When you conquer negative attitudes of doubt and fear you conquer failure.

Music became my focus. At 13, I was jamming with my mates. At 15, I was playing clubs.

Thoughts are things; they have tremendous power. Thoughts of doubt and fear are pathways to failure.

I only write music for myself, I don’t try and appeal to anyone else.

I think I’m better behind the camera than I am in front.

I always just wanted to be the singer or the bass player in the band. I’d love to have a band, where I was obviously the singer, but where it wasn’t me, it wasn’t my name.

It cuts like a knife, but it feels so right.

She says that her love for me would never die, but that would change if she found out about you and I.

Thoughts crystallize into habit and habit solidifies into circumstances.

I always knew I’d be in music in some sort of capacity. I didn’t know if I’d be successful at it, but I knew I’d be doing something in it. Maybe get a job in a record store. Maybe even play in a band. I never got into this to be a star.

I never had a long-term plan.

Whether this ends in a moment or forever, I will carry you always.

If nothing else we have memory.

These bridges that we walk across they weren’t build to be burned.

Hard crash everything good has to end take your fucking Prozac.

I am slowly cutting you out of me, piece by aching piece.

Your ghost still haunts the empty halls of my soul.

It’s okay. Because in the end, I know why I did this.  For love, for love, and only for love.

Even my tears fall for you.