There Is No Good Singing, There Is

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.

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

The Music Can Tell People Everything They Need To Know About Being Human Beings. It's Not My Information, It's Not Mine. I Didn't Make It. I Just Discovered It.

I Don't Write My Music For Sony. I Write It For The People Who Are Screaming Down The Road Crying To A Full-blast Stereo.

I Love Anything That Haunts Me...and Never Leaves