Your perspective probably depends on where you live.

I grew up in the South and once you get raised on Jesus, it is kind of always a part of you even if you are a pagan, really.

It's all right if things don't change today. We're gonna keep doing what we do. The world can either catch up or not.

I think the musicians I play with solo do a certain thing that the musicians we play with with the Indigo Girls don't do. It's just a different thing. And it sort of steers my writing in some ways.

Music is such a good way to resist. It keep you strong, it has dignity.

Your hatred is rooted in your fear, and your paranoia and insecurities, well they don't belong here.

When I do solo stuff, when I do anything involving music, it's very collaborative.

I mean, I really, really love playing solo. Definitely, it's like a labor of love, it's not a huge career. It's not that successful, but it's something I love so much that I'll do it regardless.

It's important to have a voice; it's more important to use it.

Tolerance ain't the same as acceptance, even though we all wish it was.

I do think within any job you do, you have a chance to serve the community.

The only way to make sure people you agree with can speak is to support the rights of people you don't agree with.

A pretty building I'm making, without either bricks or timber. I'm up i' the garret a'ready, and haven't so much as dug the foundation.

Paying the price for your dreams proves you can afford them.

Even something as simple as ending a sentence with the tone of a question mark rather than a period can diminish a person’s authority and credibility.

If the eyes are the window to the soul, then Edward's in trouble 'cause no one is home.

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

So I will go as far as I can into rock and roll carrying my Christian banner.

In the middlegame one should not hesitate to advance a central passed pawn.

The wolf attacks with his fang, the bull with his horn.

The will of man without grace is not free, but is enslaved, and that too with its own consent.