His soul was bigger than a body's ought to be.

The world he saw was sadder than the one he hoped to find. But it wasn't near as lonesome as the one he left behind.

Freedom is just another word for nothing left to lose.

I'd rather be sorry for something I had done than for something I didn't do.

If God's got a favorite songwriter, I think it's John Prine.

Never's just the echo of forever, lonesome as a love that might have been. Let me go on lovin' and believin' 'til it's over. Please don't tell me how the story ends.

The number-one rule of the road is never go to bed with anyone crazier than yourself. You will break this rule, and you will be sorry.