This week, I'm a gypsy. Maybe next week it'll be glitter rock.

Music is the one thing that has been consistently there for me. It hasn’t let me down.

I may not believe in myself, but I believe in what I'm doing.

I don't deal in technique. I deal in emotions.

I can communicate far better on a guitar than I can through my mouth.

My favorite guitar solo of all time was Elliot Randall's on 'Reelin' In The Years'.

You can't overthink the music. Mood and intensity can't be manufactured. The blues isn't about structure; it's what you bring to it. The spontaneity of capturing a specific moment is what drives it.

I have a voracious appetite for all things, worldly and unworldly.

I believe every guitar player inherently has something unique about their playing. They just have to identify what makes them different and develop it.

I always thought the good thing about the guitar was that they didn't teach it in school.

The greatest satisfaction is not the decoration. It is knowing that I am able to help someone who needs help.

The act of going within, finding our truth, and then sharing it, it helps us far more than we know.

God, please give us more grace!

Eloquence is the painting of thought.

God is not a static thing...but a dynamic, pulsating activity, a life, almost a kind of drama. Almost, if you will not think me irreverent, a kind of dance.

A man has every season while a woman only has the right to spring.

One of the most painful aspects of suffering is the loneliness of it. Others may offer support or empathy, but no one can walk the road to Moriah in our place.

You contribute nothing to your salvation except the sin that made it necessary.

Every film I make I feel like I am getting a mini-masters degree, it's a wonderful life path and you get to immerse yourself in an intriguing world for a couple of years.

I can't believe they even bothered filling that faculty position again. They might as well rename the class Defense Against the Dark Arts. I mean, seriously, who would answer an ad for this job?

See, the darkness is leaking from the cracks. I cannot contain it. I cannot contain my life.