“I’ve been laughed at, hated on, no one would even play my songs. Wouldn’t even listen to anything that my name was on.”

Everything will be good by the weekend.

Every single person in my life and every relationship I have is distant because all I do is music.

If you didn’t make mistakes, you wouldn’t get far.

I like tattoos. I’m gonna be covered. I’m not going to touch my face or under the chin on the neck: it’s my least favorite place.

Time goes by living without you. Hope you know, I’ve been thinking about you.

Stand by those who stand by you.

There’s a lot of beauty in the world, so go hang out and go be a part of the solution rather than the problem.

I don’t want to limit myself as an artist and only do a certain sound.

They say you waste time asleep, but I’m just trying to dream.

My ideology was, if I just make very happy music, very happy music, then people will forget about whatever their problems are. I will forget about my problems.

People love you when they on your mind. A thought is love’s currency.

The number one reason why people give up so fast is because they tend to look at how far they still have to go, instead of how far they’ve gotten.

I’m just an idea, nothing concrete.

Don’t count the number of friends you have, but the number of friends you can count on.

Life is just a recital, better remember all that you practice.

We fear rejection, want attention, crave affection, and dream of perfection.

Girls only say I hate you to the guys that they love.

What’s the end game? Well, when hate is your agenda, and my own is but love, then this game is not one in which you feature, and my end, is a far-flung world from yours.

I shall never permit myself to stoop so low as to hate any man.

Or you might shout at the top of your lungs or whisper into your sleeve, “I hate you, God.” That is a prayer too, because it is real, it is truth, and maybe it is the first sincere thought you’ve had in months.

Please, don’t listen all the hate and take a little break to fall in love with you.

I still think people do have racial hang-ups, but I think one of the reasons I can joke about it is people are shedding those racial hatreds.

I would permit no man, no matter what his colour might be, to narrow and degrade my soul by making me hate him.

I hated you. and you hated me. But we called it love.