I do feel a little embarrassed and ashamed that I was sort of saying, "Oh, yes, I used to do country music, but I didn't inhale." Which is not true at all. I inhaled the hell out of country music.

If I'm crazy, I'm blissfully so!

I have my own biography of Gram Parsons - I don't want to be part of somebody else's.

When you're just singing a beautiful melody with a story that's true to the heart, you don't need a lot of embellishment.

I think everyone's voice is unique. Although sometimes when you listen to the radio, it makes you wonder.

The only time I ever appeared in the Enquirer was for a piece about people who let their hair grow gray. I guess I’m not much of a wild child.

You get to a certain point in your life where you get closer to the end of your life than the beginning, and it colors your life, in a way.