You can ask the people around me. I don't give up. I don't give up. I don't give - and it's not out of frustration and desperation that I say I don't give up. I don't give up because I don't give up. I don't believe in it.

There's a man going 'round taking names / And he decides who to free and who to blame / Everybody won't be treated all the same / There'll be a golden ladder reaching down / When the Man comes around.

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.

Life is - the way God has given it to me was just a platter - a golden platter of life laid out there for me. It's been beautiful.

Help me, Jesus. I know what I am.

I had an empathy for prisoners and did concerts for them back when I thought that it would make a difference - you know? - that they really were there to be rehabilitated.

The battle against the dark one and the clinging to the right one is what my life is about.