“Being around their presence means shit if their heart is miles apart.”

Give yourself a moment, to breathe, to love, to heal and to live.

In this mad world of ours we need a little wild love.

I carry you do deep inside my heart that with every heartbeat I hear an echo of your name.

Let them go, but keep yourself whole.

I want you to bury your sorrows in the depths of my embrace.

In this body I built a temple, in this skin I found a home.

You can pick my flower but my roots will remain and I will keep blooming – there is no stopping me now.

She’s the kind of girl that makes you fall in love with life just by watching her live hers.

You’re not meant to be broken but you are meant to be rebuilt.

First you must build a home in yourself before you start inviting people in.

Start small but think big. You can come far on your journey by making little steps.

Don’t worry my dear, the sun will rise again and so will your heart from these dark places.

All I want is you and me wrapped in embrace for all eternity.

She is the storm and the rainbow that comes after.

Love is the only thing that can break us down as much as it can lift us up.

I am not the same person as I started, but then again that was always the point of it.

I’d like the songs to be more storytelling, but also have the turns of phrase within them that would hopefully distance my writing from the pack.

One minute we can be in a small club, the next minute we can be in a coliseum, and the next minute we can be in a small auditorium. It varies, depending on the promoter, the budget, and the travelling distance.

The man-at-arms is the only man.

Distance is temporary, but our love is permanent. This may be the last time I see you, but if you keep me in your heart, together we shall be eternal; if you believe, we shall never part.

If there is one thing I think I have accomplished, it’s that I always thought of myself as a very literal songwriter, and as I look at some of those older records.

I’m about five inches from being an outstanding golfer. That’s the distance my left ear is from my right.

I had used my sense of humor; I had called it proportion, perspective. But perspective is distance.

Middle-class-led reform movements, from the Progressive Era to the War on Poverty, have been marred by an elitist distance from the would-be beneficiaries of reform.