Elvis was the reason I picked up the guitar.

I don't consider myself to be a major talent, so the only solace I can take is to hope I'm growing.

The leaves that are green turn to brown. And they wither with the wind. And they crumble in your hand.

I think my hight had the most significant single effect on my existence, aside from my brain. In fact, it's part of an inferior-superior syndrome. I think I have an inferior brain and an inferior stature, if you really want to get brutal about it.

By the time I was 12 or 13, I felt that I was special, because I could play the guitar and write songs.

I suppose an artist takes the elements of his life and rearranges them and then has them perceived by others as though they were the elements of their lives.

I've got nothing to do today but smile.