Love heals all wounds and not just time alone.
The most audacious thing I could possibly state in this day and age is that life is worth living. It’s worth being bashed against. It’s worth getting scarred by. It’s worth pouring yourself over every one of its coals.
Be the best. No negativity. No weakness. No acquiescence to fear or disaster. No errors of ignorance. No evasion to reality.
There’s no time for hatred, only questions. Where is love? Where is happiness? What is life? Where is peace?
Words are beautiful but restricted. They’re very masculine, with a compact frame. But voice is over the dark, the place where there’s nothing to hang on: it comes from a part of yourself that simply knows, expresses itself, and is.
But music seems to me to be the most closely identified with my soul. I mean, I feel that it’s the best for me. It just gets into the bloodstream so quickly, for no reason at all. You can close your heart, and you can sleep even with your eyes closed, but you can never close your ears.
Fight despite the crowds of the walking dead.
I’m convinced I got signed because of who I am. And it makes me sad.
Your soul can fly outward, stringed to your ribcage like a shimmering kite in the shape of an open hand. Be still and listen to the evidence of your own holiness.
I’ve always felt that the quality of the voice is where the real content of a song lies. Words only suggest an experience, but the voice is that experience.
If you want to get somewhere in this life, learn to draw beautiful women.
Above all do not give yourself airs. Breaking the moment of past habits is the challenge here: In the life of the spirit you are always at the beginning.
To do something that will just fly away is kind of special. Every time somebody tell you they love you, that “I love you” flies away, and you wait until the next one.
I like a spirituality with a God that knows how to drive a car, that knows how to take his girl to the dance club, dance all night, have a little drink, kiss the kid when they come back in and go to sleep. God doesn’t need a chauffeur – he needs to drive himself.
I just want to be a guy with a guitar.
And though the meaning fits, there’s no relief in this. I miss my beautiful friend.
I resent the fact that a parental warning sticker has to be included on an album as cover art. To me that’s censorship.
I’ve already created my own thing.
In love we are all brothers and sisters.
Sensitivity isn’t about being wimpy. It’s about being so painfully aware that a flea landing on a dog is like a sonic boom.