“When you can see your unborn children in her arms, you know you really love a woman.”

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.

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.

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.

Imagining anything is the first step toward creating it. Believing in a true self is what allows a true self to be born.

I believe a unique core self is born into every human being; the result of millennia of environment and heredity combined in an unpredictable way that could never happen before or again.

Despair often breeds disease.

I imagine the earth when I am no more: Women’s dresses, dewy lilacs, a song in the valley. Yet the books will be there on the shelves, well born, Derived from people, but also from radiance, heights.

Kindness gives birth to kindness.

He was right – she was beating herself up about hurting his feelings. The girl was a classic martyr. She’d totally been born in the wrong century. She should have lived back when she could have gotten herself fed to some lions for a good cause.

We go to the grave of a friend saying, “A man is dead,” but angels throng about him saying, “A man is born.”

Whatever inspiration is, it’s born from a continuous “I don’t know.