“I just like to sing for people who have lost love.”

I’m addicted to something at all times. Like, it’s always music, but maybe sometimes it’s a pair of pants or something else. That’s just how my personality works.

I be goofy, kinda funny. Acting stupid but they love me.

Enjoy the best things in your life cuz you ain’t gonna get to live it twice.

Never scared of death, but I ain’t ready for that day to come.

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.

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.

I miss the me I was with you.

Imagination feels like home to me. If I am not responding to you, Maybe, I am responding to someone in my imaginary world.

Liberty, once lost, is lost forever.

Always vote for principle, though you may vote alone, and you may cherish the sweetest reflection that your vote is never lost.

He felt he had lost it for good, he knew what it was to have been in communication with her, and to be cast off again. In misery, his heart like a heavy stone, he went about unliving.

Something did happen to me somewhere that robbed me of confidence and courage and left me with a fear of discovery and change and a positive dread of everything unknown that may occur.

What’s lost, can be found. What’s broken, may be fixed. But what lives in denial of either of these will remain as it is.

Americans, are forever searching for love in forms it never takes, in places it can never be. It must have something to do with the vanished frontier.