“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.”

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.

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.

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.

I feel quite sad for the young musicians coming up because they may never get to pay their rent properly. It doesn’t matter what the genre; nowadays, it’s so much harder than it ever was.

Can you lay your life down, so a stranger can live? Can you take what you need, but take less than you give? Could you close every day, without the glory and fame? Could you hold your head high, when no-one knows your name?

There’s not an instruction manual on how to deal with success, so you just have to rely on having great friends and a good team.

You’ll shoot the moon put out the sun when you love someone.

I got in trouble with the police, and that was a rude awakening. That was it. I’d seen the bottom of the pit, and it was time to scrape myself out of it.

The idea of putting out an album is quite exciting because it’s sharing your creativity with people. There’s no ambition to be famous. I couldn’t care less about that.

I watch everybody every night, from sitting down to being on their feet at the end, and I feel a sense of reinvention, of caring, presenting these songs in their purest form.

Loving you was grey you were never really here, never really away, I was always there always in reach but you were somewhere in the air.

Let your love consume you.

I may be incapable of adding Any moments onto our lives, Nor taking back my mistakes. But I could never ponder subtracting even a minute from our lives together.

There’s another part of me which resists you, which loves me.

And in the end, she realized she wasn’t just enough. She was so much more.

I fell into you first slowly, then all at once never to recover.

Is your love the storm or the lighthouse?

Water your soul with sprinkles of self-love.