The devil knows the Bible like the back of his hand...

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.

Life is the continuing intervention of the inexplicable.

I don't want a simple life. I want an extraordinary continuous adventure. That's the problem. I just want more. I want it all & everything in-between.

That is what literature offers—a language powerful enough to say how it is. It isn't a hiding place. It is a finding place.

If we don't get this economy going, the numbers that represent this stimulus package are going to be small compared to the loss of revenue to the federal government for our economy.

It looks like frozen snot.

An eye for an eye is elemental.

I don't want to live your dream. That's your dream. Go ahead and do it. But it's not mine.

God doesn't look at just what we give. He also looks at what we keep.

Some people know me because of my music and come and see me in my concerts but you very rarely see me or hear me in press or TV or radio magazines.

Sometimes, a family is like an ear of summer corn: It might look perfect on the outside, but when you peel the husk away. every kernel is rotten.