Librarians, Dusty, possess a vast store of politeness. These are people who get asked regularly the dumbest questions on God's green earth. These people tolerate every kind of crank and eccentric and mouth breather there is.

We carry adolescence around in our bodies all our lives. We get through the Car Crash Age alive and cruise through our early twenties as cool dudes, wily, dashing, winsome . . . shooting baskets, the breeze, the moon, and then we try to become caring men, good husbands, great fathers, good citizens.

It's a shallow life that doesn't give a person a few scars.

It's confidence; it has to be something good about getting old. One of the things is that you just don't stress about some stuff that made you so worried.

Ralph Stanley is like an uncle to us and now that all my uncles are gone, Ralph's singing is even more precious. This album of classic folk songs is one of his best.

God writes a lot of comedy... the trouble is, he's stuck with so many bad actors who don't know how to play funny.

Every show is your last show. That's my philosophy.