I'm still going to make mistakes, but I don't have any problems with publicly professing my faith now. It just took me a long time to get to the right place in my relationship with Christ.

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.

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.

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.

Before you hate something you should try to understand it.

The fly that doesn't want to be swatted is most secure when it lights on the fly-swatter.

Theater is a space where you cross over from everyday life, because there are real people in that moment moving in front of you - you're being invited to believe in a story and cross that bridge.

My experiences have taught me a lot and I'm happy with my learnings, if not with what I went through to learn.

The genius of the people will ill brook the inquisitive and peremptory spirit of excise laws.

I love people; it's mankind I can't stand.

Listen up and I'll tell a story about an artist growing old. Some would try for fame and glory; others aren't so bold.

Luck doesn't shine her light on each of us equally. She is arbitrary, irrational, unfair and sometimes downright cruel.

who is the love of my life? Maybe I don't have one. Maybe it's not love at all. But if it's not love, then what is it? I wish I knew.

I remember my mom saying to me that what your friends do is one thing, but what you do could be on the front page of the paper.