One bad turn does not excuse another.

Music is my enchanter, the seducer of my emotions, the fire and ice that moves me.

I survive on moments of make-believe happiness.

Imagine fantasy and pretend as neither fantastical nor pretended.....and then believe it.

Family gathersto share good noise and good food.Gratitude abounds.

It is an incapacitating emotion one feels upon hearing the whispered words "I still love you" after deeply hurting that soul. Forgiveness isn't weakness.It is power.

Reality is a background so painted over by our own perceptions that every eye sees the world differently.

Theories look great on paper until reality scribbles all over the page.

Dreams become reality once the dreamer goes beyond imagining and acts them out.

I can and will improve the world.I will smile, show kindness, and be grateful.I refuse to be unhappy.

Giddy is a grin and giggles and that glint of goofiness in your gaze.

Inner peace comes from knowing the ultimate purpose of your life.

No dimensions are closed to the ones in service of the Universal Law.

Clarity is the counterbalance of profound thoughts.

Men make angry music and it's called rock-and-roll women include anger in their vocabulary and suddenly they're angry and militant.

No Christian and, indeed, no historian could accept the epigram which defines religion as 'what a man does with his solitude.'

I started putting down my own pen and spending some time searching for the best songs out there possible. It doesn't matter if I wrote them or not.

Pointing fingers, trying to catch each other in scandal does not bring honor to this House.

I don't know anything but writing practice, and so what I really do is direct that energy as if it were flowing down a river.

Every one excels in something in which another fails.

I don't think an artist should keep themselves categorized in a specific box.