I suffer from manic-depressive disorder, and I've chosen not to take medication for it. Because of that, every once in a while I go through manic episodes and really depressed episodes.

Rock and roll doesn't allow you to grow up - especially if you're not trying very hard to.

The thing is, unfortunately, I write the best songs when I'm miserable.

You are only as big as your experiences.

I can't read sheet music, I have to just listen to it, and then just go for it.

Computers and the Internet have made it really easy to rant. It's made everyone overly opinionated.

Making an album should be an honest experience. It shouldn't be about trying to gauge where popular music is today; it should be about artistic expression and putting down what you want to put down.

Sing the song or keep it inside.

I tend to get my hands into all these other things and all these distractions, and after a while I start feeling depleted.

I prefer a three-piece suit myself. Very sixties rock and roll. But they're not too quirky. Businessmen could wear them.

Writing the songs and producing the songs and arranging them and recording them is your canvas and your palette and your brush.

Retirement with its open canvas, is an especially opportune time to cultivate expanded experiences.

If mankind's destined to bite the bullet, let's bite it and be damned.

His voice had a faint trace of an accent she couldn't place - one that made her pretty sure he was no local kid infected the night before.

I wasn’t anything special as a father. But I loved them and they knew it.

Every day is a blank canvas to use our free will to create something beautiful for our Creator.

I felt deeply tricked. Stunned. And furious. I also felt my default emotion: numbness.

I'm not good at taking pictures. I can't give a good face. I crack up.

The Bible is owned, read on occasion, even taken to church - but not studied.

Come out to view / the truth of flowers blooming / in poverty.

I chose and my world was shaken. So what? The choice may have been mistaken; the choosing was not. You have to move on.