The primary one being, like I said, I don't like rock 'n' roll piano.

There's nothing romantic, nothing grand, nothing heroic, nothing brave, nothing like that about drinking. It's a real coward's death.

I lay my head on the railroad track, waitin' on the Double E. But the train don't run by here no more, poor, poor, pitiful me.

I got to be Jim Morrison a lot longer than he did.

The hurt gets worse as the heart grows harder.

Maybe you simply criticized someone you hardly knew. You ruined part of their life. For them, part of your life, too.

Your face looked like something Death brought with him in his suitcase.