I like writing in an illustrative, descriptive way. I prefer describing to rather than explaining.

There are things that drift away like our endless, numbered days

We all assume the worst the best we can.

I'm one of those people who sort of feeds on music.

I just try to use my own life to build a human song: something that people can relate to in some way. It's not like the psychiatrist's couch or anything.

We play some smaller songs larger than they are the record, and vice versa. It took me a while to get used to playing live.

It's fun to be able to revisit a song and do something that doesn't really illustrate the song but works tangentially or runs parallel to the song in some way.

I'm kind of interested in visual communication. For me it's more about suggesting than arguing a point.

I had all these songs lying around. They had all these woman characters, and I thought the idea of the Woman King would be a good way to tie them all together.

It sort of depends on the song. Some of them are pretty easy to write, and others take a while. I do a lot of writing in the morning.

There are good places to play and bad places.

We will be remembered not by how much money we have left in the bank or by how many buildings and cars we owned, but by how many Lives we have touched and Transformed!

No matter how old you are, simple things can still bring you smile

Eating is always a decision, nobody forces your hand to pick up food and put it into your mouth.

Fermat said he had a proof.

There is no defense or security for any of us except in the highest intelligence and development of all.

Work only on problems that are manifestly important and seem to be nearly impossible to solve. That way you will have a natural market for your product and no competition.

Your energy has far more power than you can even imagine. There is energy in your spoken words, in your emails, and in your physical presence.

Life's no brief candle-it's a splendid torch!

Skin diseases are something doctors like, the patient neither dies nor gets well.

A black man, but I feel so blue. So I smoke green and purple to my dreams come true. And my eyes turn red, the sky turns grey.