I wear the black for those who never read.

We'll all be equal under the grass, and God's got a heaven for country trash.

When I get an idea for a song it would gel in my mind for weeks or months, and then one day just like that, Ill write it.

It's all fleeting. As fame is fleeting, so are all the trappings of fame fleeting. The money, the clothes, the furniture.

I'm very shy really. I spend a lot of time in my room alone reading or writing or watching television.

Love is a burning thing and it makes a firey ring.

My way of communicating with God as a boy (and often even now) was through the lyrics of a song. . . . So I didn't have the problem some people do who say, "I don't know how to pray." I used the songs to communicate with God. . . . To me, songs were the telephone to heaven, and I tied up the line quite a bit.