“A long December and there’s reason to believe, maybe this year will be better than the last.”

I’ve been playing music most of my life.

Got no place to go, but there’s a girl waitin’ for me down in Mexico. She got a bottle of tequila, a bottle of gin, and if I bring a little music, I could fit right in.

Time and time again I can’t please myself.

There’s people who think what they need and what they deserve in their lives is a lot worse than what they actually do, so they get themselves involved in things that are needlessly painful: brutal relationships, abusive relationships.

Truth is, you make albums, and some of those songs are hits, and some of the greatest hits albums have songs that weren’t hits.

I’m so busy trying to breathe through the pain that I’m breathing through the pain of being with people, and that is no way to spend a life.

It’s a shame really because a couple days in Oklahoma will open your eyes to how much better it would be if the rest of the country was filled with a few more people from Oklahoma.

Step out the front door like a ghost into the fog where noone notices the contrast of white on white.

You want to embrace, but I can’t figure out how to hold on to it.

I can remember being eight years old and having infinite possibilities. But life ends up being so much less that we thought it would be when we were kids, with relationships that are so empty and stupid and brutal.

When everybody loves me, I will never be lonely.

A lot of life is about how you feel relating to dealing with this person or that person

I’m not a spiritual person at all, but I do think that the world doesn’t have to be as lonely as it is.

If you’ve never stared off into the distance, then your life is a shame.

You get so used to doing it that you start to believe it’s simply what everyone does. It makes for an atmosphere of unwelcome that penetrates much of our modern life.

I’ve spent most of my life living in cities where people are obsessed with looking down on people from everywhere else.

The winter is forbidden till December, And exits March the second on the dot.

She is December with imprinting traces of love daises on white canvas of life.

December will spark the wisdom and knowledge in her breaths so she becomes a new woman in her real form.

December sinks in like a cold shouldered old friend. I try to stretch, reach my toes, but my own bones feel covered in snow.