There is such dissociation between what the eyes see and what the mind envisions. The final thought is just a matter of interpretation, coloured by our experiences.

The desire to love someone always exceeds the desire to be loved by someone & that's exactly why we end up loving the person who doesn't deserve that LOVE.

The ramdomness of events in the world is so lacking in logic that we give it names like destiny, fate, karma and kismat to deal with the irrationality of its sequence

All paths are seen, through the prism of fate

The algorithms that orchestrate our ads are starting to orchestrate our lives.

I'm lucky, I don't like sweets, not even chocolate.

In the blessings as well as in the ills of life, less depends upon what befalls us than upon the way in which it is met.

If fans come up to me, I talk to them.

As we interpret ourselves differently, we also live ourselves differently.

There is sadness and confusion in our hearts / And the world prepares to fight / as it tears itself apart, it isn't fair

I never wrote poetry, just prose. I don't really consider songwriting a form of poetry either. The words are important, of course, but they're dependent on the music.

There is a lot of music out there that you can play side by side and you can't hear the personality - that has a timeline on it, for sure.

I love my mother. My mother made sure, her stubbornness - she made sure we was going to eat. She made sure we had Christmases. That was my mother. My father wasn't there for that.