Where it all ends I can't fathom, my friends. If I knew, I might toss out my anchor.

Where's the church, who took the steeple, Religion's in the hands of some crazy ass people, Television preachers with bad hair and dimples, The God's honest truth is, it's not that simple

I'm inspired by people who keep on rolling, no matter their age.

I remember the excruciating school task of writing a three-page term paper. But, oh, that feeling when I was done! I think I drive myself for that feeling of accomplishment.

You know Death will get you in the end, but if you are smart and have a sense of humor, you can thumb your nose at it for awhile

And I wound up in New Orleans for all those years and it was a great place, really a catalyst creatively.

We're wanted men, we'll strike again, but first let's have a beer.