There’s bits of my heart in different countries around the world in which I travel.
I believe in love. It’s beautiful when it’s right. My love life is like my music.
I always wanted to do music that influences and inspires each generation.
The lyrics, the strings, the chords, everything comes at the moment like a gift that is put right into your head and that’s how I hear it.
My idea of magic doesn’t have much to do with stage tricks and illusions. The whole world abounds in magic.
I know a tree feels it when the wind blows through it. It probably goes, ‘Chhhhhh, this is wonderful.’ And that’s how I feel when I’m singing some songs. It’s wonderful.
Remember,the press is a business: Newspapers and magazines are in business to make money – sometimes at the expense of accuracy, fairness and even the truth.
Sensationalism seems to sell more than wonderful-positive news.
A song is a mantra, something you repeat over and over. We need peace, we need giving, we need love, we need unity. I want the whole world to sing this song.
Deep in the darkness of passions insanity, I felt taken by lust’s strange inhumanity.
We can fly, you know. We just don’t know how to think the right thoughts and levitate ourselves off the ground.
You can bring out your inner self and moods through dancing. Music does the same.
I don’t like to see anybody hurt or suffer, especially children.
I’m always Peter Pan in my heart.
Children are the only ones who don’t want anything of me.
As corny as it sounds, natural highs are the greatest highs in the world. The stars, the mountains, children, babies smiling are just magic.
An artist’s imagination is his greatest tool.
We only live once, since we are given the gift of life it should be our persistent endeavor to immortalize ourselves no matter what field of endeavor we choose.
I always want to do music that inspires or influences another generation. You want what you create to live, be it sculpture or painting or music. Like Michelangelo, he said, “I know the creator will go, but his work survives. That is why to escape death, I attempt to bind my soul to my work.
Insult me all you want. Judge me as much as you want. Say what you think, everything you want. But one thing. Dont touch my fans.