Melancholy is kind of sweet sometimes, I think. It's not a negative thing. It's not a mean thing. It's just something that happens in life, like autumn.

I think midlife crisis is just a point where people's careers have reached some plateau and they have to reflect on their personal relationships.

Human sacrifice! Dogs and cats living together! Mass hysteria!

Grab this day by the neck and kiss it.

Like: 'Don't walk out there with one hand in your pocket unless there's somethin' in there you're going to bring out.' You gotta commit. You've gotta go out there and improvise and you've gotta be completely unafraid to die. You've got to be able to take a chance to die. And you have to die lots. You have to die all the time.

You can handle just about anything that comes at you out on the road with a believable grin, common sense and whiskey.

When you see grown men near to tears because they've missed hitting a little white ball into a hole from three feet, it makes you laugh.