This place is just a trailer for a film, Brandon. Our lives here. Heaven is like the movie. Except there’s only one trailer before the movie. And the movie won’t ever end.

Sometimes you can lock the doors and close the blinds, but the monsters are still there inside your house, sleeping and breathing and just waiting to wake up and terrorize you all over again.

Singing about being rescued will never get old. Never.

Home should never be dark or full of shadows and secrets. It should be bright and full of open doors. It should be full of stories wanting to be told.

You can stand in the middle of a street and let the drops fall on you and feel refreshed. It's like God's little sprinkler.

There are a thousand beautiful things behind that look. A marvelous sort of ache that only a few people know about. Some miraculous sort of sorrow she's managed to walk away from.

A little nonsense now and then is relished by the wisest men.

I did a complete rewrite of 650 pages in two weeks.

Put it this way: singing is not my day job.

It is fatal to one's artistic life to talk about something that is in process.

There is no sweeter sound than the crumbling of one's fellow man.

All this bit about angels and all the different religions, it's based on something. I think anything's possible. I believe in everything until it's disproved.

I put my hand on the doorknob because I thought maybe her hand was on the doorknob on the other side.

Great causes are never tried on their merits; but the cause is reduced to particulars to suit the size of the partizans, and the contention is ever hottest on minor matters.

The reason my food bank is vegan is because I can't pay for animal products in good conscience.

Muslim immigrants like himself encounter prejudice here [in U.S.] but also find political and religious freedom.