The time I burned my guitar it was like a sacrifice. You sacrifice the things you love. I love my guitar.

The story of life is quicker than the blink of an eye, the story of love is hello, goodbye.

When I die, I want people to play my music, go wild and freak out and do anything they want to do.

Sometimes you want to give up the guitar, you'll hate the guitar. But if you stick with it, you're gonna be rewarded.

It's like having a pet dog for a long time. You get attached to it, and when it dies you miss it.

I will not let thee go. I hold thee by too many bands: Thou sayest farewell, and lo! I have thee by the hands, And will not let thee go.

Music when the lights go out Love goes cold in shades of doubt The strange face in my mind is all too clear Music when the lights come on The girl I thought I …