I think your life informs your art.

No matter how chaotic it is, wildflowers will still spring up in the middle of nowhere.

Artists have really never had any representation on Capitol Hill, because it's not the nature of the artist to join together and make a unified presence. Those days kind of died in the '60s.

It's better to have three broken engagements than three divorces.

It's interesting when I jog, how much the music makes a difference. You can pretty much count on the Foo Fighters to get your heart rate up.

I try to conduct my life with a little levity.

L.A. to me feels like music industry, and Nashville to me feels like music community.

I'm standing in the desert, waiting for my ship to come in.

I think war is based in greed and there are huge karmic retributions that will follow. I think war is never the answer to solving any problems. The best way to solve problems is to not have enemies.

Let's face it, life is a constant challenge. It's full of unexpected detours that no one but you can navigate.

That feeling of freedom, open highways of possibilities, has kind of been lost to materialism and marketing.

Freedom is not the absence of commitments, but the ability to choose - and commit myself to - what is best for me.

Will was dead, but Missouri Ann was going to have a baby. Birth and death were God's way, she told herself. Joy and sorrow were joined together.

You can go slow. Allow your dreams and goals to change, but live an intentional life.

The Guggenheim Museum Bilbao looks like a great adventure.

It's an amazing thing to be able to fall into the world of your childhood fantasy.

What is predestination? Answer: God is more powerful and wiser than we are, therefore he deals with us according to his pleasure.

I think that being on the road and doing more and more stand-up has allowed me to figure out... like, I don't think I'll ever be Bill Hicks, but I think I'm figuring out what my opinion is on things.

We [must] realize that our future lies chiefly in our own hands.

I grew up with a lot of fairy tales. And they had an essence of darkness to them.

With a sudden sharp hot stink of fox, It enters the dark hole of the head. The window is starless still; the clock ticks, The page is printed.