“My music definitely comes from a place of experience. Everything connects to a truth.”

I don’t have any secrets I need kept any more.

The work is the work. The work is not me.

Any of us can live without affecting one another.

It’s a bad religion to be in love with someone who could never love you.

When you’re happy you enjoy the music, but when you’re sad you understand the lyrics.

Don’t ever play with someone’s feelings, you could win the game but you could lose that person forever.

I don’t know anything and neither do you.

Art’s everything we hope life would be, a lot of times.

I enjoy singing music with my audience.

It’s more interesting for me to figure out how to be superior in areas where I’m naive, where I’m a novice.

Never run back to what broke you.

It’s hard to articulate how I think about myself as a public figure.

I know that we sin but I do believe we try, we all try.

I’m extremely compassionate, loving, all of those warm fuzzy things, but the outer shell doesn’t project that all the time.

As long as your intentions are solid and about growth and progression and being productive and not being idle, then you’re doing good in my book.

We all know we have a finite period of time. I just feel if I’m going to be alive, I want to be challenged – to be as immortal as possible. The path to that isn’t an easy way, but it’s a rewarding way.

I wanted to connect my guitar to human emotions.

My desire for connection is stronger than my desire for perfection.

Our connection will last – even as we walk down separate, winding paths.

Grateful always for the connection we’ve kept since our lives grew apart.

Don’t overcomplicate God’s will. Just stay connected to Jesus. Love Him. Look into His eyes. He will lead. Follow. Repeat.

I can’t think of a more pathetic situation for an actor than to do a film and not connect to it. And I pray to God that I never face that situation.

I have nothing to do with this pseudo-religious approach that Gandhi is advocating.

Like we were connected, the echo of his pain twisted inside inside me. his pain, my pain.