Whatever I did lyrically or vocally, just to try and get better at everything.

Suicide does not end the chances of life getting worse. Suicide eliminates the possibility of it ever getting better.

I always have a picture in my head of what I want. I will literally do anything to make it happen. I will kill myself; I will run myself into the ground to make it happen how I want it to happen.

My love for you was bulletproof but you're the one who shot me.

You don't know what it's like to wake up in the middle of the night, Scared at the thought of kissing razors

I don't see anything wrong with telling someone that you are selfish with their love and that you can't stand sharing them with anyone else.

I write lyrics everyday as I go. I'm always taking notes in my phone whenever I am inspired by something. Most of my writing starts out as poetry before I put it into songs.

It seems like every time I break up with someone they try to take all my friends. It sucks because your friends are the people you need the most when you are in pain.

I think producers hate me because I will sing something 20, 30 times before I feel it. I always know when I hit it the way I want to, but it's really all in my head and no one else can understand it.

[Some] songs are all so detailed and in-depth that it takes forever to finish them.

It now seemed to me that all my other guesses had been only self-pleasing dreams spun out of my wishes, but now I was awake.

Conflict. Conflict. Where art thou conflict?

In the morning a man walks with his whole body in the evening only with his legs.

I think people are dreaming big because they have the tools to dream big. I hope that people are dreaming big because it makes them feel good about their lives.

After I told my wife that black underwear turned me on, she didn't wash my Y-fronts for a month.

If you are to be kept right, you must possess either good friends or red-hot enemies. The one will warn you, the other will expose you.

Spirit itself is not human; it may spring up in any life... it may exist in all animals, and who know in how many undreamt-of beings, or in the midst of what worlds?

Society cannot but depend to a disproportionate degree on its capable few to develop and flourish.

The mind I love must have wild places.

Who teach the mind its proper face to scan, And hold the faithful mirror up to man.