Selling eight million copies of your first album will mess you up.

No shame, no solution, no remorse, no retribution, just people selling t-shirts.

This year, notoriety got confused with fame, and the devil is down hearted because there is nothing left for him to claim.

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.

If dirt were dollars, I wouldn't have to worry anymore.

I saw a Dead Head sticker on a Cadillac. A little voice inside my head said, don't look back, you can never look back.

There is not wrong, there is no right, and I will sleep very well tonight.