My dad passed away...and suddenly I found myself at the top of the tree and looking at the sky instead of at my mom and dad.

As soon as you start preaching, nobody wants to hear you because then you're a jerk.

I've always been better moving than I am standing still.

Hard working people stopping for a drink on the way to work.

I don't know if I'll find the cinnamon girl. I think I already did, but I'm still singing, who knows.

I don't look at a knife the way I used to. I'm more aware of what it is. I think twice. This is a key finger. It's in every chord.

I never knew a man could tell so many lies, he had a different story for every set of eyes. How can he remember who he's talking to?