“You might win some, but you just lost one.”

I am no longer going to become a fictional character to please people. That’s too much work.

I get out, I get out of all your boxes.

I need to be surrounded by people as passionate and as dedicated as I am.

Be honest, brutally honest. That is what’s going to maintain relationships.

Nobody’s going to force me to do something against my will. What do I owe anybody that I should submit my will to them?

Never underestimate those who you scar.

Let me be patient, let me be kind, make me unselfish, without being blind, though I may suffer, I’ll envy it not and endure what comes cause he is all that I got.

We should constantly be aspiring to reach higher and higher and higher. We should never be comfortable where we are.

Everything we do should be a result of our gratitude for what God has done for us.

I think everything happens in time. There’s a time for everything. There’s a time to be in a group, and there’s a time to be solo.

Every day is a lesson in focus for me, and not buying into the world’s concept of what you have to be. I really try every day to be individual and not just in my style or my look or my music, but in my approach to life.

I was hopeless, now I’m on Hope Road.

What was freely given to me, I freely give.

Love is an incredible thing but we don’t know love like we should. Unconditional love we don’t know it because if a person stops stimulating us, we stop loving them.

From the first time someone says, Who do you think you are? we learn how to repress.

Sometimes we all need to take time and give thanks.

Don’t matter how much money you got, there’s only two kinds of people: there’s saved people and there’s lost people.

It’s not songs that remind me of lost lovers. It’s poems.

I was never crippled until I lost hope.

By hating that person, you have lost something very sweet in yourself.

For time lost may not recovered be.

There’s a certain amount of traveling in a dream deferred.

It was a good place for getting lost in, a city no one ever knew, a city explored from the neutral heart outward, until after many years, it defined itself into a jumble of clearings separated by stretches of the unknown, through which the narrowest of paths had been cut.

There are no magics or elves or timely godmothers to guide us. We are lost, must wizard a track through our own screaming weed.