My eyes has been my camera taking pictures of the world and my songs has been my messages that I tried to scatter across the back sides and along the steps of the fire escapes and on the window sills and through the dark halls.

If you walk across my camera I will flash the world your story.

The world is filled with people who are no longer needed -- and who try to make slaves of all of us -- and they have their music and we have ours.

You can't write a good song about a whorehouse unless you've been in one.

Okemah was one of the singingest, square dancingest, drinkingest, yellingest, preachingest, walkingest, talkingest, laughingest, cryingest, shootingest, fist fightingest, bleedingest, gamblingest, gun, club and razor carryingest of our ranch towns and farm towns, because it blossomed out into one of our first Oil Boom Towns.

This land is made for you and me.

A song ain't nothing but a conversation fixed up to where you can talk it over and over without getting tired of it.