I feel it right down in my stomach when I'm in touch with something. I don't know what it is.

I hate the road so much. I almost go into a cocoon with my own people out there.

It's only an interim trip. I love the music, but it's really giving me a way in which I can comfortably explore my art.

I love home. I'll stay up there for days on end, I won't even go down the driveway to look for the mail.

People who listen to my records expect the ballads from me. The rock 'n roll is on there because it's another mode of expression.

We drank a toast to innocence, we drank a toast to now. And tried to reach beyond the emptiness, but neither one knew how.

Lessons learned are like bridges burned you only need to cross them but once. Is the knowledge gained worth the price of the pain, are the spoils worth the cost of the hunt?