“As long as the songs are strong, I think you can express yourself in any style and have it be soulful and have it be your own voice.”

People say, “How do you write songs?” I say, “Patience.” I may have a track that’s hot, but no words. I’ll just let it sit for years, because I know they’re going to meet. They’ll find it.

As long as someone else controls your history the truth shall remain just a mystery

I want to try to not be the child that had to go through too much too young. I want to be who I am now and not who I was then.

There’s so much there, there’s so much to heal for.

The lifetime we’ve left behind with strangers Promises and lies both have their dangers. I just can’t be wrong enough and I can’t hide for long enough So far away, but I still feel your pain.

I really feel there’s no limitation on what this band can do in the studio or on the stage. That’s an empowering feeling – that we can bring a song to life.

Life’s the longest picture you’re ever gonna take.

If it comes out sounding like Dixieland jazz or classical or punk or rock or even slightly metal, that’s because that’s where I’m going to find inspiration.

Sometimes it’s lightning in a bottle and you got the song. But oftentimes it shows up.

With so many people to love in my life, why do I worry about one?

You can’t take the same photograph every time and live with art forms with no differences.

The good news is at this point as I get older, the load has gotten heavier but my shoulders have gotten wider because I’ve gotten happier so it’s a damn good thing.

When you hear Doc Watson singing Amazing Grace, something else enters the room.

Now that you’ve grown up, You can finally learn to be a child, We made it to the end of the world, But we’ll never make it out alive…

You’re definitely a different person at different stages in your life.

What started as a whisper Slowly turned into a scream Searching for an answer Where the question is unseen I don’t know where you came from And I don’t know where you’ve gone Old friends become old strangers Between the darkness and the dawn