“You never really want anything you can easily have.”

I’ve made this decision not to talk to the press about anything that’s gone on in my life, but just to write music about it. They can interpret it themselves.

Whenever God restores something, He restores it to a place greater than it was before.

Music is real; it’s something you can touch and feel. It moves you – the bass literally shakes you and rocks you from the inside.

Music makes your soul feel amazing while you’re performing it. It’s not air, it’s not wind, it’s not anything like that. It’s solid. It’s thick. It’s like summertime in New York.

I never had innocence.

I can’t change the world. I have to fix me.

t’s really an encouragement of discipleship, it looks like anything else that we’re offering to anyone else, any other person struggling with any other issue in their life.

I’ll buy metaphor, but simile’s a cop-out used by scaredycats who won’t commit to anything. Simile’s for cowards.

The word “souvenir” has, of course, slightly extended itself in meaning until it now denotes almost anything either breakable or useless.

Quite possibly there would be no other human beings left to be concerned about anything else.

You always know when you’re going to arrive. If you go by car, you don’t. Apart from anything else, I prefer cycling. It puts you in a good mood, I find.

What intrigued me more than anything else was finding out the way in which everything, all of creation.

I don’t believe there’s anything in life you can’t go back and fix.

After a while I started to think of that as an image of something that went a lot deeper than the dead dog, which is you can’t bring back anything to life.