My biggest blast-off hit was "You Raise Me Up." If you ever have a wedding or a funeral, it's a good pick.

There's no half-singing in the shower, you're either a rock star or an opera diva.

Every day I lugged my backpack through the halls, waiting for the final bell. Then I'd race home and hole up in my room, playing the drums and the piano, composing music.

I know that life is a journey I must accept and that pain and confusion are temporary. I know that if I follow my heart, it will lead me where I belong.

If there is one thing that is constant in this world, it is the power of music.

Let me fall. Let me climb. There's a moment where fear and dream must collide.

When I feel confused or depressed, I remember back to junior high and I silently repeat, 'This, too, shall pass.'

Fly me up to where you are beyond the distant star. I wish upon tonight to see you smile, if only for a while to know you're there. A breath away's not far to where you are.

Music is what I always turn to when I'm feeling a certain way. It's my reason for everything.

I try to have a real close connection with my fans. That's extremely important. They are the ones that have been there from the beginning and proved everyone else wrong.

No matter who we are, no matter what our circumstances, our feelings and emotions are universal.

For the human memory is short, and even when we write it in stone we quickly forget and the stones crumble and even those stones then forget.

It is quite impossible to understand the character of a person from one action, however striking that action may be.

I think that people vibe off your energy and I'm a pretty mellow person.

There's a lot of ugly things in this world, son. I wish I could keep 'em all away from you. That's never possible.

We don't need to bring down the rich folk to help the poor.

A climb-out fight is where you climb a building. You climb fire escapes. You climb to the top of the building. You fight on the roof, and you fight all the way down again.

A methodology's weight is a product of its size and ceremony.

A lot of people don't enjoy their job, they may even hate it, but I am lucky enough to be able to make a living through my passion.

Whenever a thought arises, instead of trying even a little either to follow it up or to fulfil it, it would be better to first enquire, "To whom did this thought arise?"

Maybe my mother's right. Maybe there is more to Bryce Loski than I know. Maybe it's time to meet him in the proper light.