After a storm comes a calm.
Be thine own palace, or the world's thy jail.
Either you run the day or the day runs you.
The dog that trots about finds a bone.
If you can dream it, you can do it.
Never complain and never explain.
Leap, and the net will appear.
It's always too early to quit.
Begin to be now what you will be hereafter.
Without hard work, nothing grows but weeds.
I spent many years trying to write a lot like Ben Folds or John Lennon or Rivers Cuomo. I think that's healthy when you're learning to write and seeing how chords fit together and how songs take shape.