Don't make me kill you at this hour in the morning Jimmy. It's not civilized.

I don’t need to conform to your ideas of beauty

The opening notes of a song began, some plucking of guitar strings. I knew the melody. It was Maroon 5’s “She Will Be Loved.” As pop songs went, it was pretty damn good, a bit of a favorite of mine.

That smile could move mountains. It could also break hearts.

In the midst of difficulty lies opportunity.

If I thought the Jews killed God, I'd worship the Jews.

I want to undo this. To make it right. But I have no idea how. I don't seem to know how to open up to people without getting the door slammed in my face. So I do nothing.

None of us ever know all the possible courses our lives could have and maybe should have taken. It's probably just as well. Some secrets are meant to stay secret forever. Just ask Pandora.

Online petitions are built around getting as many signatures as possible. But the experience of taking them and forgetting about them degrades the importance.

A Christian in his surroundings should encourage everyone to be better, instead of being the one who stoops to be like everyone else.

Certain experiences you can't survive, and afterward you don't fully exist, even if you failed to die.

I have really been blessed in my career with some wonderful songwriters and in turn, songs.

"Rednecks" always made me nervous to play, but I'm glad I wrote it and I continue to play it. It's just that the language is so rough.