I'm so close to Heaven, this Hell cannot be mine.

There's a point when your tape of life runs off the reel and there's this stillness of your own - I got to know myself.

There's been so many different types of musicals and it's a funny genre because there's a fine line between clever and stupid. It really takes a genius to know how to do it.

In country music, there are certain female artists, like Gretchen Wilson, where you're going to find lesbians because they're responding to that more aggressive side.

It's so hard to listen to these trains outside my window, here it comes again. And it's calling me, begging me, follow me down the track. And it moans so dark and low, baby ain't comin' back... It sounds like crying, it sounds like letting go. Breathing and lying, sinking and dying slow. And I watch from my window, touching the cold glass sky. As the train rolls down the track, I say goodbye.

Your own personal health is your own personal choice, all the way down the line.

Somebody bring me some water/can’t you see I’m burning alive.