“If you start out looking at somebody, wondering whether he’s good or bad, I think you’re starting out in the wrong direction. I think we’re all good and we’re all bad.”

But if you think of all the people who don’t like me, just think of all the millions who’ve never heard of me!

I don’t think any person has any special knowledge about what God has planned for me and you any more than me and you do.

Love is like a dying ember, only memories remain.

I’m drinking doubles now that you’re running around single again.

If you want to make marijuana legal, you’ve got to stay straight long enough to f – vote.

A frozen river is not a dry one, it’s just a still river on the surface but is still moving, and so am my winter writing.

You will never find happiness until you stop looking for it.

Be here. Be present. Wherever you are, be there.

My doctor tells me I should start slowing it down – but there are more old drunks than there are old doctors so let’s all have another round.

Just take what you need from the ladies and leave them.

I wanted to connect all people who are thinking about peace on Earth.

The fight to save family farms isn’t just about farmers. It’s about making sure that there is a safe and healthy food supply for all of us. It’s about jobs, from Main Street to Wall Street. It’s about a better America.

Be gentle with your words – you can’t take them back.

Sometimes there is a 36-piece orchestra going off in my stomach.

I like marijuana because it keeps me from killing people. And I think there are a lot of people out there who are just like me. The reason it’s not legal is because most people get up in the morning and get high, then forget to go out and vote for it.

When I’m driving the highway by myself is when I write best.

They’re powerful, those songs. At times they’ve been my only way back, the only door out of the dark, bad places the black dog calls home.

Father asked us what was God’s noblest work. Anna said men, but I said babies. Men are often bad, but babies never are.

I think by the time you’re grown you’re as happy as you’re goin to be. You’ll have good times and bad times, but in the end you’ll be about as happy as you was before. Or as unhappy. I’ve knowed people that just never did get the hang of it.

Things are never as bad as they seem.

Bad language is a stage all children go through, and it dies with time when they learn they’re not attracting attention with it.

Every person I killed I strongly believe that they were bad. When I do go face God there is going to be lots of things I will have to account for but killing any of those people is not one of them.

My feeling is, quite simply, that if there is a God, He has done such a bad job that he isn’t worth discussing.

When times are bad is when you want to build! Why wait for things to pick up so everything will cost more?