Don't plant your days they turn into weeds

A gentleman is someone who can play the accordion, but doesn't.

Don't plant your bad days. They grow into weeks. The weeks grow into months. Before you know it, you got yourself a bad year. Take it from me - choke those little bad days. Choke 'em down to nothing.

We are buried beneath the weight of information, which is being confused with knowledge; quantity is being confused with abundance and wealth with happiness. We are monkeys with money and guns.

I'd rather have a free bottle in front of me than a prefrontal lobotomy.

when your down on your luck and you've lost all your dreams theres nothing like a campfire and a can of beans

I like beautiful melodies telling me terrible things.

The folks who know the truth aren't talking.... The ones who don't have a clue, you can't shut them up!

You have to keep busy. After all, no dog's ever pissed on a moving car.

When I was younger, I wanted to be older. Now I am older, I am not quite so sure.

Most people don't care if you're telling them the truth or if you're telling them a lie, as long as they're entertained by it.

Boredom is a pleasing antidote for fear

Those people, who hate you, envy your freedom.

Close your eyes, forget everything that hurts you and dream love, kindness and compassion.

It's not an if - we're going to have to change. Oil is simply going to be gone.

Freedom is the fundamental character of the will, as weight is of matter... That which is free is the will. Will without freedom is an empty word.

It's clear enough that there was substantial fraud in Ohio, thus delivering the Electoral College vote for President Bush.

It's always easy to get parts when you're a guy!

Shooting on the street in Brazil - compared to people trying to sneak a picture of something, if you're shooting in the States or Canada - people would literally just try to grab you.

I believe in struggle. And I believe that the struggle is beautiful. You have to try it or you will never know what's beyond it.

Frustration is a function of our expectations.