“Every man’s actions belong to him.”

I can’t not put myself in the shoes of every person I pass.

I want to try to be who I am today, not who I was yesterday.

These eyes weren’t made for crying, this love wasn’t made to waste. These arms weren’t made for battle, but to share in your embrace.

I appreciate that something I’ve done has found a safe place to land.

There’s only one proper way a song should go, but you’ve got to be patient enough to let them come together time wise.

I’m a living sunset, lightning in my bones.

Take my hand when you are worried Take my hand when you’re alone Take my hand and let me guide you Take my hand to lead you home.

Children come running to the truth But you’ve got to peel the skin to get the fruit And while one’s living high another’s grieving But what’s sweet by morning is bitter by the evening Oh – What’s sweet by morning is bitter by the evening.

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.