I don't envy anybody trying to start a career right. There really is no music business left, in a lot of ways.

Telling what you feel, trying to talk about what's important to you, does not make you weaker.

But I can't confront the doubts I have. I can't admit that maybe the past was bad, and so, for the sake of momentum I'm condemning the future to death so it can match the past.

I don't consider myself a great writer, but I would like to think that I can at least proof- read.

It's funny, because my last record was a lot about isolation and people living in separate worlds that other people can't even understand, which drug addiction is the perfect negative example of.

There's a lot of music that sounds like it's literally computer-generated, totally divorced from a guy sitting down at an instrument.

It really doesn't matter to me what people say about me anymore.

Everyone's just extracting meaning and feeling and emotion from almost every aspect of music, and I think that for me, it's a huge antidote to that to have a concept album.

When things are really great, it just means everything's in it's place.

I wanted to try to write songs on the piano to get a different flavor.

Better take the keys and drive forever. Staying won't put these futures back together. All the perfect drugs and superheroes wouldn't be enough to bring me back to zero.

How easy it is for us to demonise from a distance. But when we stand face to face with our supposed enemy, it is hard to hate.

A baby is a beautiful, blooming, flower that can smile, sing, and dance.

God timely supply my need.

Behind every successful man stands a surprised mother-in-law.

There is comfort, even among strangers, when people find something they are equally passionate about.

I am in total silence when I write - I don't even like the sound of the dryer going - I like the quiet.

My potential is limitless, but the day is holding me back.

One more drink and you're dead. This is no way to talk to a suicide head.

You see how fake it all is. It's not even hard enough to be made out of plastic. It's a paper town.

when theres a will theres a way