“Privilege and complacency paralyze me with fear sometimes.”

The first thing I think of when I think about coming to Las Vegas and playing is always Elvis; its always the first thing on my mind.

Wherever is your heart I call home.

I’m not sure I’ll ever be famous by anyone’s definition. I can only hope to be allowed by the audience to continue my life’s work.

Good planning avoids the need for fixing up a project that plowed ahead without thought… about potential pitfalls.

The purpose of it all is love.

There’s a lot of really inspiring music coming around the bend – we tend to believe that to sound classic or timeless is to sound vintage or retro. It’s a little bit dangerous, because you’ll really miss a chance to make your mark as a generation.

The mole can’t live in your dollhouse.

My advice to new artists is to embrace a broader concept of timelessness than vintage or retro.

If I learned to play guitar it was so that I would have something to sing to, if I learned to write a song it was so that I would have something to sing. So the gut feeling you’re talking about comes from singing and communicating the lyrics and what it is that we feel.

This is the complacency I have run into.

Your courage draws people out of complacency into their destiny.

When you have faith, you move. Complacency actually shows lack of faith. When it’s time to move in a new direction in order to progress, the right people will come to us.

I’m speaking to you from Silicon Valley, where some of the most prominent and successful companies have built their businesses by lulling their customers into complacency about their personal information.

The ultimate solution to the problem of spiritual complacency is to create a systematically embedded culture of holy urgency.

There is no illusion so permanent as that which enables us to look backward with complacency; there is no mental process so deceptive as the comparing of recollections with realities.

Writers matter in a society to the extent that we can help that society hear its unvoiced longing, encounter its erased and disregarded selves, break with complacency, numbness, despair.

Like an unexpected wet mop in the face of tired complacency,