“My kids learned to color on this table. There’s been a lot that’s went around this table. Waylon Jennings sat right there in that chair and showed Miley the chords to ‘Good Hearted Woman.’ Sitting in that chair.”

A lot of people think Christianity is about always being perfect. It’s actually the opposite of that. It’s realizing that we’re all humans, and that’s why God sent his Son to this earth – to save people.

But dreams move on, if you wait too long.

I don’t think there’s any accidents in my life.

I went through a struggle, and I really needed to get myself together and connect with my purpose, which is music.

Keep the faculty of effort alive in you by a little gratuitous exercise every day.

The people at the record company had asked me if I could write a song about my life, my relationship with God, and where I’m from.

Well, I can’t write a song on purpose, my songs come in a moment of inspiration or desperation.

This table’s a bit like life. It’s a circle. And I believe everything in life is a circle. You come into this world a little teeny wrinkled-up fetus

I always prayed that God would give me the wisdom and the vision to do the things on this earth that I was supposed to do to express His life and love and His will.

I’m so miserable without you, it’s almost as if you’re here!

There has always been a battle between good and evil.

Don’t tell my heart, my achy breaky heart, I just don’t think it’d understand.

Ever since I was a kid, I’ve always been a real deep thinker and stuff.

Miley would never have been Hannah Montana.

I deleted my words that had your darkness, instead my words with colors of power.

I personally think my sister is so stunning without makeup. And she doesn’t wear that much makeup because she has the best skin color.

We judge on the basis of what somebody looks like, skin color, whether we think they’re beautiful or not. That space on the Internet allows you to converse with somebody with none of those things involved.

Lipstick is iconic. It’s the one product that marks out an era, and a certain lip colour can define a season. It makes me feel more ‘done’.

I shed skin after skin, seeking my true colors, expecting a rainbow or a stripe of black, but all I get are maps of red. We are all human underneath.

Obviously black matches with everything.

How your words and pauses have become mine. How you are a full stop to my every line. You have colored me with your thoughts, red and white. The tinge of my blood and the pure divine.

Life should be black and white with no grey in between.