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?

They say that these are not the best of times, but they're the only times I've ever known.

Sergeant O'Leary is walking the beat, at night he becomes a bar tender.

Only the good die young.

Why do musicians give so much time to charitable causes? The most humanitarian cause that we can give our time to is the creation and performance of music itself.

You get paid like a really good call girl. Walking offstage is like the walk of shame.

No end to sorrow, caused by the same endless fears. Why can't we learn from all we've been through after two thousand years?