“When something comes to my brain, I don’t ignore it. You never know what it’s going to turn into.”

If I’m gonna be stuck inside might as well keep it dreamy.

Newsflash: karma’s an even bigger bitch than me.

Say what you think, Love who you love.

Certain kinds of people will always have an issue with my music. But that’s fine; it’s OK. I don’t want to be the McDonald’s of music.

Too many people focus on writing what they think they should write, what should be in a song, what radio would want.

Creativity happens where it’s dangerous and scary: where you’re not comfortable.

I drink to feel I smoke to breathe Just look what love has done to me.

If I’m not writing about myself, then I sit down with people I really dig writing with and throw ’em out and see if something sticks. Their brain plus mine hopefully will make something interesting and cool and it will just snowball and we’ll have a unique song by the end of it.

Don’t wreck my reputation, Let me wreck my own.

Follow your arrow, Wherever it points.

It’s hard to remember a time when I wasn’t writing.

I know what I want and it gets in my way. I know I’m not easy.

Im all about small towns. I think its a great place to grow up.

A great song will be great forever – it’s timeless and classic in that way.

I know not every song has to be a powerful message.

Legs longer than my marriage.

I was an ambitious child and I tended to be scatterbrained. If I was at school and saw a bird outside the window I wanted to follow it. I was adventurous.

Remember the mind is your best muscle, BIG ARMS can move rocks, but BIG WORDS can move mountains. Ride the brain train for success.

Working out is incredibly boring. I swear it’s true that the bigger your muscles get, the fewer brain cells you have.

Some songs are just like tattoos for your brain… you hear them and they’re affixed to you.

Unlike any other nation, here the people rule, and their will is the supreme law. It is sometimes sneeringly said by those who do not like free government, that here we count heads. True, heads are counted, but brains also.

My IQ is somewhere between Spiro Agnew’s and Albert Einstein’s.

The first virtue of a young man today – that is, for the next fifty years perhaps, as long as we live in fear, and religion has regained its powers – is to be incapable of enthusiasm and not to have much in the way of brains.

My eye, my brain, are images, parts of my body. How could my brain contain images since it is one image among others?