T-Bone Burnett once said that much of rock music is simply someone going wahhh daddy.

With a chance to make it good somehow, hey, what else can we do now? Except roll down the window, and let the wind blow back your hair.

The criminal ineptitude makes you furious.

Sky of blackness and sorrow, sky of love, sky of tears. Sky of glory and sadness, sky of mercy, sky of fear.

All people have is hope. That's what brings the next day and whatever that day may bring... A hope grounded in the real world of living, friendship, work, family...

It's not the time in your life, it's the life in your time.

Most of the artists I know are crazy in one way or another. I think that's why you get into it. You're in pursuit of a certain sort of peace that's very, very, very difficult to come by.