When I was younger, I wanted to be older. Now I am older, I am not quite so sure.

There's only one reason why you write new songs: You get sick of the old songs. It's not that I didn't do anything during the time when I wrote no songs. I was creative, but in another way. I had ideas for songs and collected the ideas.

Most of the people I admire, they usually smell funny and don't get out much. It's true. Most of them are either dead or not feeling well.

It seems a stray bullet actually pierced the testicle of a Union soldier and lodged itself in the ovaries of a woman standing approximately 100 ft. away. She's alright, the baby's doing fine...ofcourse the soldier's a little pissed off.

Let me fall out of the window/ With confetti in my hair

We are all just monkeys with money and guns.

Your old home town's so far away, but inside your head there's a record that's playing, a song called 'Hold On