You can linger too long in your dreams.

I'm carrying the weight of all the useless junk and modern man accumulates.

The piano sounds like a carnival and the microphone smells like a beer. And they sit at the bar and put bread in my jar and say, man, what are you doing here?

I tell the audience every night, "I hope you didn't pay more than face value on that ticket, because we ain't worth more than that, and you ain't gonna get any more than that."

We're only human, we're supposed to make mistakes.

You've got your passion. You've got your pride. But don't you know that only fools are satisfied? Dream on, but don't imagine they'll all come true.

Like a boxer in a title fight, you have to walk in that ring alone.