[Commercial] radio is absolutely the enemy of music. They are my sworn and mortal enemy, and I will have nothing to do with them.

I'm just the mere shadow of my former selfishness. I crave the silhouette of your kiss.

I used to be disgusted; now I try to be amused.

I believe that music is connected by human passions and curiosities rather than by marketing strategies.

I feel like a juggler running out of hands.

I can't say anymore than I love you. Anything else would be a waste of breath.

Don't wear your heart on your sleeve when your remarks are off the cuff.

The radio is in the hands of such a lot of fools tryin' to anesthetize the way that you feel.

And I don't feel any form of music is beyond me in the sense of that I don't understand it or I don't have some love for some part of it.

Women hear rhythm differently than men.

Maybe I just never learned my harmony part, because what everybody says sounds odd to them sounds perfectly natural to me.

Open your mind before your mouth

For a more than miffed Midnight, fate was for emperors, fools and soppy lovers: - fate was the self-important egotism of those doing well, the sheer unbearable arrogance of the living and loved.

Our Heavenly Father longs to bless his children in ways we can’t comprehend.   Even when we can’t see through our circumstances, we can trust the Lord to meet our needs.

Experience is the name we give to our mistakes.

As the moon retaineth her nature, though darkness spread itself before her face as a curtain, so the Soul remaineth perfect even in the bosom of the fool.

Living radical isn't about where you live - it's about how you love.

There's something about heartbreak that makes for great music, but the same could be said for Jägermeister. Hangovers make for great music, too.

Sometimes I wish I had taken the Bob Dylan route and sang songs where my voice would not go out on me every night, so I could have a career if I wanted.

I suffer from arachnophobia. I don't mind the tiny spiders so much, it's the ones with their legs covered in thick hair.

More glorious to merit a sceptre than to possess one.