Nobody ever thinks a song is about them. Well, not when it's mean. When it's a good song everybody thinks it's about them. And when it's mean, nobody thinks it's about them.

Say what you wanna say and let the words fall out honestly.

Jump start my kaleidoscope heart, Love to watch the colors fade, They may not make sense, But they sure as hell made me.

True bravery is being exactly who you are, imperfections included. Vulnerability is the most precious gift you can give.

Show me how big your brave is.

Late night writing is also good, too, but in New York, you've got neighbors. I try to be a good neighbor.

Love is blind, but when we close our eyes, we see with our hearts.

I'm happy to be working with all women.

Compare where you are to where you want to be, and you'll get nowhere

It'd be a shame to stop now that I've started to make really good mistakes

If you take your fear and mash it into something that's actually useful, then it doesn't feel like it wins.

I use to tell people what to do, but with age I have learned to let them consider the options, if they look hard enough they will always find some few options.

When we begin to think like everybody else thinks, that is dangerous. Individualism is part of our divine endowment. God made us as individuals and we are responsible before Him.

Many people are yet to understand that admitting to their mistakes isn't a sign of weakness, but an act of wisdom.

Hope is a very thin diet.

I'm not afraid of anything. My two favorite colors are lime green and hot pink. I mean, I really like pink. And I don't care who knows it. I'm already married, sooo...

I'm an actor, in particular, that likes to have a mask or something that can help me distance myself from the character. Like the moustache or an accent.

A good snapshot stops a moment from running away.

Music is what I do; Christ is why I do it.

Your eyes are beautiful," he said, and she felt warm suddenly, warm in the sun that dappled through the treetops and rested on them in patches.

From class consciousness to class hatred was but a step.