I wouldn't say that I'm the greatest guitarist ever. I'd say probably that I'm the greatest guitarist sitting in this chair.

Lots of the things we do are dangerous, but life itself is dangerous; nothing is really worth bothering with that isn't full of danger

Your mysterious mountains I wish to see closer. May I land my kinky machine?

After awhile, your, your cheap talk don't even cause me pain, so let your bullets fly like rain.

Don't use your brain to play it, let your feelings guide your fingers.

Oh say, can you see, it's really such a mess. Every inch of earth is a fighting nest. Giant pencial and lipstick tube shaped things, continue to rain and cause scream and pain, and the arctic stains from silver blue to bloody red.

Anyway, you know good and well it would be beyond the will of God, and the grace of the King