Some people make you want to be a better person, and that, for me, is the purest form of love.

If I stay close to the sea, I will go on well.

For I have nothing to lean on, nowhere to call my home and there is nowhere I will go for Christmas to rest my head and touch familiar walls. I have no degree to show...

I had zero idea of what I was doing.. I honestly had no idea where to start. All I knew was I had something I craved to say.. I wanted to create art that lived...

It’s called ”being an artist” for a reason; it’s something YOU ARE. It’s how you live. It’s WHO you are. How you spend your life and what you leave behind.

watch me”for I never did this to fit inor stand outbut to live.

I didn’t do music to live; I lived so that I could do music.

It will not always be easy, but it will always be beautiful.

our love likestepping on to a planesitting down in a carwalking on unknown land will either take us to where we belongor throw us into darkness

Why I write music? Because it hurts not to.

When you forget about the how, go back to the why.

I’m a songwriter and I’d love to make that a part of my career.

no, you will never do that, that’s not you, not who I know, not who I thought you were”, and I will say “watch me”.

I don’t want to live in an ivory tower, being the songwriter who just turns inward.

All I wanted was my art and the chance to be the creator of my own world, my own reality.

Find something you love and go for it with all your heart. No excuses, no plan B. Never settle for anything less than you know you can do.It will be hard, but I promise it...

Music is exciting and easy to enjoy, the rhythm and voice.It does not need interpretation. That is why it is called the Universal Language.

People keep asking what I do for a living and I keep saying that I don’t believe in making a living. That it’s a concept that has been twisted. I tell them I believe in...

You read and write and sing and experience, thinking that one day these things will build the character you admire to live as. You love and lose and bleed best you can, to the extreme,...

I am a worried person with a stressed out soul, living a simple life with no capital.

Find what makes you happy and go for it with all your heart. It will be hard, but I promise it will be worth it.

Being the songwriter that I am, the easiest way to translate what you’re doing for people is to give them hooks, something to latch on to, something they can sing themselves.

Maybe I can learn to live in a way that makes it worth writing about, and maybe I can actually become something more than this empty shell.

Human interaction. The most complicated form of happiness I will never figure out.

… and I realise the only way to tell the others is through the way my voice can take these broken wordsand turn it into music. Turn it into poetry.And I sing to make myself...

I wanted to say all these things about how you just have to hold on to the things you love and let go of all the rest.

I was the Specials’ founder, main songwriter and keyboard player.

I’m learning persistence and the closing of doors, the way the seasons come and go as I keep walking on these roads, back and forth, to find myself in new time zones, new arms with...

It’s the smell of him in the bathroom, all I need to get ready for the day. Watching him get dressed, and the sound in the kitchen; a slow hum of a song and his...

I am a complicated person with a simple life.

… and it was quite a sad thing,the way I watched you sleep like nothing could go wrong and I did not want to harm it, I did not want to blur it, but how...

A critic can call any poem ‘doggerel.’ That is no more than a slur. ‘Doggerel’ or ‘maudlin’ or ‘sappy’ or ‘sentimental’ is in the ear of the listener. By the by, ‘sentimental’ is okay as...

Time flows smoother when you are with people you love.

No story is worth telling without the twists and turns. Make them count instead.

I used to be fine in my lonelinessbut somethingor someonesnapped me out of itand showed me company. What it’s like to feel at home,and so the going on by myself part wasn’t as easy anymore.Seasons...

I want to learn how to speak to anyone at any time and make us both feel a little bit better, lighter, richer, with no commitments of ever meeting again. I want to learn how...

Music gives strength to the soul.

go, go, go!

I don’t want to be a critic of the world. I want to encourage it.

It’s just as hard to go back to a place you once left, as it is to leave it again.

I was free with every road as my home. No limitations and no commitments. But then summer passed and winter came and I fell short for safety. I fell for its spell, slowly humming me...

I always wanted to be an artist; being a songwriter for myself was always a must but being a songwriter for others has been a bonus.

Take a shower, wash off the day. Drink a glass of water. Make the room dark. Lie down and close your eyes.Notice the silence. Notice your heart. Still beating. Still fighting. You made it, after...

This world can be quite wonderful once you let yourself be a part of it. It’s on your side, you know?

I learn my world through writing.

An artist must be passionately in love with her art. Obsessed or possessed ― go mad for what you believe in.

Don’t be afraid of the darkLook insideGrab your heartLet it shineIf it’s dark outsideShine your light

Living in this skin is hard and painful, most of the times, because I never volunteered to take this on. The daily sacrifice of heart over mind,the forever ongoing task of explaining this and that,and...

I am not a Sunday morning inside four wallswith clean bloodand organized drawers.I am the hurricane setting fire to the forestsat night when no one else is aliveor awakehowever you choose to see itand I...

Loveis not leaning on each other, adjusting to fit a different size.Loveis simply two hands reached out in the darkness,saying; I’ll be your light, if you’ll be mine.