I hate myself for loving you and the weakness that it showed. You were just a painted face on a trip down to suicide road.

I don't have the kinds of relationships that are built on any kind of false pretense, not to say that I haven't. I've had just as many as anybody else, but I haven't had them in a long time.

You don't write a song to sit there on a page. You write it to sing it.

It's always disappointing when people decide for one reason or another that they don't like your work anymore, but you can't try to please people, because then you're just going to be doing - you'll never live it down, y'know it'll always be dogging you around - you might be being a fake about the whole thing.

Ain't nothing too discreet about the disease of conceit.

I've been out in front of a dozen dead oceans.

Bullets can harm you and death can disarm you, but no, you will not be deceived. Stripped of all virtue as you crawl through the dirt, you can give but you cannot receive.