“If you’ve made your own hell, then only you have the power to escape it.”

You could try to live monogamously. Good luck.

The biggest killer on the planet is stress and I still think the best medicine is and always has been cannabis.

Freedom is control in your own life.

Three chords and the truth – that’s what a country song is.

When I see someone I think is cool, he’s a pretty well-adjusted individual. He’s not too affected one way or the other by what’s happening, no matter what’s going through his mind.

As long as there’s a few farmers out there, we’ll keep fighting for them.

A lot of country music is sad. I think most art comes out of poverty and hard times. It applies to music. Three chords and the truth – that’s what a country song is. There is a lot of heartache in the world.

On the road again, goin’ places that I’ve never been. Seein’ things that I may never see again, and I can’t wait to get on the road again.

There is only one map to the journey of life and it lives within your heart.

I got along without you before I met you and I’ll get along without you a long time after you’re gone.

Indecision may or may not be our biggest problem.

Fortunately, we are not in control.

You know why divorces are so expensive? They’re worth it.

If you wait for tomorrow to follow your dreams, by the time that you get there they’re gone.

Rather than trying to put an end to Eminem or some other rapper, politicians should think about why they’re rapping. It’s easier to try to censor some kid who’s swearing about poverty than it is to stop the poverty.

I don’t believe in adhering to any rules I don’t support and I didn’t vote for. To hell with what people think. Just be who you are and you’ll be happy.

I’m not running, I’m not planning on running, and I’ve got nothing new on that story.

When any calamity is suffered, the first thing to be remembered is, how much has been escaped.

The moral imperative to make big changes is inescapable…that what we take for granted may not be here for our children

Nobody wants to be here and nobody wants to leave.

So it always is: when you escape to a desert the silence shouts in your ear.

Writing is a form of therapy; sometimes I wonder how all those who do not write, compose or paint can manage to escape the madness, melancholia, the panic and fear which is inherent in a human situation.

And what is so intricate, so entangling as death? Who ever got out of a winding sheet?

It is my belief no man ever understands quite his own artful dodges to escape from the grim shadow of self knowledge.