You weren't supposed to hear Elvis Presley. You weren't supposed to hear Jerry Lee Lewis. You weren't supposed to hear Robert Johnson. You weren't supposed to hear Hank Williams. And they told the story of the secret America.

The only thing I know as I get older is that I don't really need to be No. 1.

Somehow all you ever need's never really quite enough.

I don't know if I know anyone, with the exception of the early inventors of rock music [who wasn't influenced by something].

Most artists I know had one person in their life who told them they were the second coming of the baby Jesus, and another person that told them they weren't worth anything, and they believed them both, you know?

The highway's jammed with broken heroes on a last chance power drive.

In the end what you don't surrender, well, the world just strips away.