I don't think we'll ever use the same sound techniques.

I'm a little bit more unusual so I consider myself as the black sheep.

I like The White Stripes and I like the kinda twang American thing right now.

Life can be dangerous; just let it be! When we shake off what we perceive as boundaries, that is where the bliss really is.

Artists make art. Singers sing. Players play. Gypsies travel. Music lights fires everywhere. It's like oxygen!

You have to also provide a video for it, look a certain way and big hair... If you're a woman it's even more strange with fake fingernails and corsets and all this stuff that was big in the 80s.

This is such a cynical world. The way the world is, there's so much going on and so much stress in the world and so much darkness and craziness and imbalance.

I guess we decided to make a new record 3 years ago when Nancy was done scoring for Almost Famous.

If you want to help the poor, don't be poor

Getting out and staying out of debt is key. debt is the biggest barrier, a parasite to wealth.

Led Zeppelin, you can't find a better band to pay homage to.

Living life is sacred education.

...with white dawns and glaring moons, and sunsets smeared with too much color.

Autumn to winter winter into spring. Spring into summer summer into fall - So rolls the changing year and so we change -Motion so swift we know not that we move.

You know George M. Steinbrenner III is the center of all evil in the universe.

I knew very early on that there would be quite a bit of attention: Superman is known all over the place.

To be prayerless is to be without God, without Christ, without grace, without hope, and without heaven.

When I'm blogging, I think book writing is easier and vice versa. Writing is lonely work, and the good thing about blogging is that you have immediate feedback from commenters.

What is golden is miles under your belt, miles, miles, miles.

You never know, life is short but it’s wide

My silks and fine array, My smiles and languished air, By love are driv'n away And mournful lean Despair Brings me yew to deck my grave: Such end true lovers have.