I didn't mean to be a songwriter; I just was writing for fun, you have all day to do it. I was homeless so that's all I had to do.

On my own I generally have very messy hair, wear jeans and sneakers.

Being part of the natural world reminds me that innocence isn't ever lost completely; we just need to maintain our goodness to regain it.

I love playing big rooms. There's nothing like it. It's a power trip.

In the end only kindness matters.

I may not be able to pull on the smallest of holds, but those I can pull on I can pull on all day long.

Live your life with love and bravery and you shall lead a life uncommon.

I consider myself a product of Alaska. The love and the debt that I feel to my home state, you always want your hometown to be the proudest of you.

I'm becoming more and more myself with time. I guess that's what grace is. The refinement of your soul through time.

Reality is what you believe it to be. It's what you put your thought and energy into, because your hands physically manifest thought. So your world becomes what you feel and what you think.

I don't see the world unless I see it in ink.

We [americans] have earned the moral authority, at least compared to anybody else in the world.

The thing that got me over the hump was accepting that I had to do whatever I could to stay in the game

A great many people now reading and writing would be better employed keeping rabbits.

You will have to put aside some things in your life, habits, ideas, ways of seeing life. You will have to learn new things, and then new things and then new things - forever.

They're after one world religion and one world government. That's why they've attacked the Catholic Church so strongly, to ultimately take control over it by their doctrine.

In sorrow, pretend to be fearless. In happiness, tremble.

Wherever souls are being tried and ripened, in whatever commonplace and homely way, there God is hewing out the pillars for His temple.

[One] who is healthy in body, resourceful in soul and of a readily teachable nature.

A painter may be an abandoned mimic; at school he copies his teachers, which is only right, but he copies in turn every artist in town, which is not. He may do you that honour.

Attention! Attention! Attention! Thou art aware of the situation!