I cleaned up my act because otherwise I would have kicked the bucket.

I've gone out with my shotgun. This is hunting country out there. You better run.

I don't believe in dressing up reality. I don't believe in using makeup to make things look smoother.

Jealousy endlessly eats through my mind, and jealously endlessly makes me be unkind.

I'm tearing down Route 80 East, the sun's on my right side. I'm drunk, but my vision's good.

I'll tell ya, I'm a genuinely nice guy. I really am. A real nice guy. But I think I'm temperamental.

You won't see my parents honored on any stamps.