I always believed in God and Christ, but I was in rebellion - trying to make my relationship with God fit into my life instead of making my life fit in with him. I was stubborn.

I was a Christian in Creed, but nobody ever asked me.

I hear a thunder in the distance; see a vision of the cross. I feel the pain that was given on a sad day of loss. Only He holds the key: a light to free me from my burden and grant me life eternally.

I wouldn't doubt it if the CIA is behind Alcoholics Anonymous.

The story of my life is profoundly unclear. It is a rock-and-roll story and, at the same time, a story of my walk with Christ. The two are melded together in ways both unpredictable and unsure.

My problems were not what ended Creed.

You can sell millions of records, be showered with all this love and admiration and still feel despised and unwanted. That's what I felt. I've made a lot of mistakes I'm not proud of.

And it took me, since I was 17 and left home, running from God, to now, as a 30-year-old man, when I honestly feel like I've come full circle and my heart's finally in the right place.

Creed was ended by egos and people wanting to do their own thing and poor decision-making.

I had a psychotic break that was brought on by alcohol and drug abuse.

Creed's sound is my sound.

Truth has the biggest mouth in the universe, wisdom has the largest ears, love has the strongest hands, and faith has the ablest feet.

Respect is both earned and lost.

It is some relief to weep grief is satisfied and carried off by tears.

It so happens that the world is undergoing a transformation to which no change that has yet occurred can be compared, either in scope or in rapidity.

A recurring image in the work of the Rossetti circle was that of a woman absorbed in self-contemplation, gazing into a mirror or combing her hair.

I am thinking about something much more important than bombs. I am thinking about computers.

The difference between religion and morality lies simply in the classical division of things into the divine and the human, if one only interprets this correctly.

The secret to happiness, at Thanksgiving or any time, is to find pleasure in imperfection.

To believe in what you're doing is not just important. It is everything!

In fact, I think more broadly about what an audience requires, but I want an audience to be fascinated by the process of finding an answer, or finding out there isn't one.