I think there are people who really love the comfort of their small town, and there are people who feel stuck by it.

In a certain sense, every time you sit down to write a song, there's a fear that you've forgotten how to do it.

You cannot pull hard with a broken rope.

You cannot escape the results of your thoughts.... Whatever your present environment may be, you will fall, remain or rise with your thoughts, your vision, your ideal. You will become as small as your controlling desire, as great as your dominant aspiration.