In forty-five minutes, it'll all be done. We'll all be good and crispy, but we'll still be number one.

Arm chair warriors often fail.

Between each album I try to gain a new insight that I didn't have before and perhaps write a song about something that I've written about before, but from a fresh viewpoint.

The trouble with you and me my friend, is the trouble with this nation, too many blessings, too little Appreciation.

I'm fortunate that I've been in this business long enough that I've earned the right to be left alone by my record company.

We satisfy our endless needs and justify our bloody deeds in the name of destiny and in the name of God.

Nobody on the road. Nobody on the beach. I feel it in the air, the summer's out of reach.