“We’re gonna play some pool, skip some school, act real cool, stay out all night, it’s gonna be alright.”

Is a dream a lie if it don’t come true? Or is it something worse?

Just sitting around waiting for my life to begin, while it was all just slipping away.

Tonight I’m stepping lightly and I’m feeling no pain.

Music was my way of keeping people from looking through and around me. I wanted the heavies to know I was around.

The hungry and the haunted explode in a rock’n’roll band.

Show a little faith, there’s magic in the night.

Outside the street’s on fire in a real death waltz between what’s flesh and what’s fantasy.

Adult life is dealing with an enormous amount of questions that don’t have answers. So I let the mystery settle into my music. I don’t deny anything, I don’t advocate anything, I just live with it.

God have mercy on the man who doubts what he’s sure of.

You’ve got to learn to live with what you can’t rise above.

The future is now. Roll up your sleeves and let your passion flow. The country we carry in our hearts is waiting.

Two hearts are better than one.

I like narrative storytelling as being part of a tradition, a folk tradition.

If they had told me I was the janitor and would have to mop up and clean the toilets after the show in order to play, I probably would have done it.

There have been a lotta tough guys. There have been pretenders. And there have been contenders. But there is only one king.

You can’t shut off the risk and the pain without losing the love that remains.

There’s a difference between a want and a need. Some nights I just want more than me.

But it is in the darkest nights, when storms are blowing and the agitated waves are phosphorescent, that the most impressive displays are made.

I lay in bed at night crying to myself. The only one who loved me and watched over me was someone I couldn’t see or hear or touch.

I am a forest, and a night of dark trees: but he who is not afraid of my darkness, will find banks full of roses under my cypresses.

They lose the day in expectation of the night, and the night in fear of the dawn

Love! Love until the night collapses!

There is no sun without shadow, and it is essential to know the night.

The only lightless dark is the night of ingnorance and insensibility.