Soon as I could play one guitar chord and laid my ear upon that wood, I was gone. My soul was sold. Music was everything from then on.

When I think about Flyleaf it makes me want to cry. Because it was such a special, unique family.

Music has healing power. It has the ability to take people out of themselves for a few hours.

The loss of these tastes [for poetry and music] is a loss of happiness, and may possibly be injurious to the intellect, and more probably to the moral character, by enfeebling the emotional part of our nature.

Music is so therapeutic for me that if I can't get it out, I start feeling bad about myself - a lot of self-loathing.

My Father's Eyes' is very personal. I realized that the closest I ever came to looking in my father's eyes was when I looked into my son's eyes.