I change during the course of a day. I wake and I'm one person, and when I go to sleep I know for certain I'm somebody else.

Stay free of petty jealousies, live by no man's code, and hold your judgment for yourself, lest you wind up on this road.

You just have to keep going to find that thing that lets you in the door. Sometimes in life when that day comes and you're given the key, you throw it away.

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

Steal a little and they throw you in jail Steal a lot and they make you king.

The hollow horn plays wasted words, proves to warn that he not busy being born is busy dying.

Clowns to the left of me, jokers to the right, here I am.