I don't like reality TV as far as it being scripted and not being true reality.

I am who I am and I don't think you can put a label on it.

I just continue to be myself and give this thing over to the good lord, just do my best every night and pretend like it's just any other job.

When your songs are like your babies, even the one that you know aren't great, you still love.

I try not to keep my head in the clouds .

I think if you expect it to do well, you come off a little bit cocky.

I think everything moving forward will just be instinctual, like we'll know exactly which doors to walk through when they open.

In my opinion, if you buy a ticket to see me you're buying experience. People don't want to see me stand there and play guitar, they want to party with us.

I'd love to do a live record, I'd love to do an acoustic record, I'm already thinking about what I may want to do with the next studio record.

I try to make sure that, when I'm writing, I don't put too much Cody in it. But I don't want to lose it either.

I have a conscience, man, and I've worked really hard to keep it where you would feel like you were talking to the same man at one of my shows or sitting down at my dinner table.

‎"Life's book is hard to understand: Why couldst thou not remain atschool?

You will be remembered more for your bangs in life, than the bling.

I desired always to stretch the night and fill it fuller and fuller with dreams.

I thought of Marius. Wild, wonderful, Byronic-fantasy Marius, who had somehow found something he wanted in the everyday quietness of me. Until he hadn't.

I remembered my father telling me when I was a little girl, "Guilt is bullshit. Don't ever let anyone make you feel guilty.

France had shown a light to all men, preached a Gospel, all men's good; Celtic Demos rose a Demon, shriek'd and slaked the light with blood.

For most of human history, musicians, artists, they've been part of the community — connectors and openers, not untouchable stars.

How fleeting are all human passions compared with the massive continuity of ducks.

Popular poets are the parish priests of the Muse, retailing her ancient divinations to a long since converted public.

Sure the world breeds monsters, but kindness grows just as wild.