When a father gives to his son, both laugh; when a son gives to his father, both cry.

My father left his piano at the house when he left, and I wasn't allowed to play it when he was there because I wasn't as good as him. So when he left, I was determined to get as good as him, and I taught myself how to play music, and I just stuck with it, and I did it all the time.

What was silent in the father speaks in the son, and often I found in the son the unveiled secret of the father.

You are like a hurricane, there's calm in your eyes, and I'm getting blown away.

It is painful to relive things that have caused emotional crises or whatever and find ways to express that musically.

Music became a healer for me. And I learned to listen with all my being. I found that it could wipe away all the emotions of fear and confusion relating to my family.