When I was 12 years old, or however old I was when Bringing It All Back Home came out, I'd just skip back and forth endlessly between 'Subterranean Homesick Blues' and 'It's Alright, Ma' and 'Mr. Tambourine Man,' and now my Bob Dylan roots are showing big time.

It’s hard to kiss the lips at night that chew your ass out all day long...

Time to go inward would you believe that I'm afraid to stare down the barrel of choices I have made.

Pain comes like the weather, but joy is a choice.

Every now and then I'll get seduced by the idea of money, and I'll take a stab at that...and I fall flat on my ass. I've never written a lasting song with that mindset. It doesn't work.

The poetry of country music will survive.

Time to go inward, man, I hope I have the nerve, to take inventory of the causes that I serve.