We sometimes feel like hamsters on a wheel, covering the same musical ground we did 20 or more years ago.

Generally there are always a few things that get left off for some reason or other, although the criteria for inclusion vary from project to project.

I always have problems with seeing how our new stuff relates to our old stuff - I'm better at seeing long lines in other people's music than in my own.

I really liked Beyond The Valley Of The Dolls and a couple of others, but with these kinds of movies the best part is the 'talking about it over a beer afterwards' bit - and once is kind of enough.

When you've been at it for as long as we have, you go through fallow periods and blooming ones, and you know when you're on a roll and you learn how to keep it rolling for as long as you can.

I think this insatiable need to get to know new music is a big part of why it has lasted so long.

We've gotten better at shooting down routine material or stuff we feel like we've done better in the past. Getting different people in the band for periods also keeps it from going stale.

Sadly, as a songwriter you sooner or later finish developing your musical understanding.

Today is not just another ordinary day. It is an opportunity to do, or say, something that just might inspire someone to greater becoming...especially a wayward youth.

All men are equal in God’s presence

Ennui has made more gamblers than avarice more drunkards than thirst and perhaps as many suicides as despair.

I can't deal with someone wanting to take a relationship backward or needing space or cheating on you. It's a conscious thing it's a common-sense thing.

Elvis, you're still King.

I'd be more frightened by not using whatever abilities I'd been given. I'd be more frightened by procrastination and laziness.

Blessed the one who meditates on death each day and destroys the base passions lurking in the vines of the heart, for he will be consoled in the moment of separation.

The most radical revolutionary will become a conservative the day after the revolution.

Hunger, she often tells me, has nothing to do with the belly and everything to do with the mind. What Mary really runs isn't a bakery, but a community.

The greatest meliorator of the world is selfish, huckstering Trade.