“Writing music is like tasting the sky. It keeps me dreaming in color.”

Someone invent a NO LIFE alert so you can push a button and tons of people show up and hang out with you.

Thankfully, I’ve been able to retain 98% of it which I never really expected, so I’m very grateful to be able to control what I can.

It’s a very happy productive place.

Hang on for dear life. You’ve got a better grip than you realize.

There is no old Adam Young, there is no new Adam Young, merely different colors and different brushstrokes over the same canvas.

So for me it’s very good to just be able to re-charge and just disappear and escape from reality and that’s usually when I write most of my lyrics and my songs.

You work so hard at something to make sure that it’s very pure and very genuine and very steadfast to who you are, so creative control for me is a big one.

Unearthing buried bits of nostalgia from deep within and spreading the broken, jagged pieces out in front of you like a display of junk at a garage sale.

For me, it’s always best to just push everything out and just disappear by myself alone somewhere – and it’s kind of like a need of mine.

I’m so fascinated with audio gear and recording techniques and whatnot, it’s pretty mesmerizing.

Usually, whatever’s in front of me is what I’m focused on and it’s 100% on that and then I kind of move from one thing to the next.

And I’m like, “I don’t know. That’s just the way I am.” So if I found the perfect girl she would totally get that and say, “You’re quiet, and that’s the way I love you.

It’s very cool for me to be able to get in an airplane and fly for fourteen hours

It makes you feel cheap and guilty when you didn’t do a thing in the world to kindle the dull burn in your veins or the sting in your eyes.

I really do like surprises.

But yeah I’m very much a spontaneous guy and it’s sort of hard for me to multi-task and to have all these things going on at once.

I always wanted to be more than my brown skin, when you told me I was sweet like cinnamon.

Black is not sad. Bright colours are what depress me. They’re so empty. Black is poetic. How do you imagine a poet? In a bright yellow jacket? Probably not.

Poem is a phoenix, whose wings are painted in the colors of nostalgia.

If you got a good imagination, a lot of confidence and you kind of know what you are saying, then you might be able to do it. I know a lot of colorful characters at home that would make great actors.

I am definitely a person of color.

Your eyes was the color of forever.

Yesterday the sea reflected the colors of the skies and today the sea beams the tint of your eyes.

Love is safety to share all our colors.