There are only two kinds of songs; there's the blues, and there's zip-a-dee-doo-dah.

I don't know why I write really depressing songs. I'm a kind of melancholy guy, I suppose. But I figure I'm about normal.

Sorrow and solitude, these are the precious things/ And the only words that are worth remembering.

I don't think you can ever do your best. Doing your best is a process of trying to do your best.

What I do is between me and the Lord, to examine and possibly alter the state of grace in which I live, and thereby the state of grace of anybody who listens.

There's only two kinds of music: the blues and zippety doo-dah.

Now the dark air is like fire on my skin, And even the moonlight is blinding