“When you kill somebody’s little sister with a missile, he’s going to hate you forever. And the next generation will hate you even more.”

Somewhere, somehow, somebody must have kicked you around some. Tell me, why you want to lay there, revel in your abandon?

You believe what you want to believe.

You can stand me up at the gates of hell, but I won’t back down.

I’m actually better on the guitar than when I started, I think, because I’ve had so much time with it and I still practice and I love to do it and I love to sing.

Running down a dream… working on a mystery… going wherever it leads.

I don’t treat the band like I’m above them or that they’re a hired hand for me. We’ve never worked that way. So I’m a team player. I would be very uncomfortable having to do this alone.

Music really isn’t supposed to be perfect. It’s all about people relating to each other and doing something that’s really from the soul. It must come from the soul.

I ain’t really sure, but it seems I remember the good times.

I got my own way of praying.

Sometimes life, will get you down, break your heart, steal your crown.

Buy me a drink, sing me a song; take me as I come, cause I can’t stay long.

You and I will meet again, When we’re least expecting it, One day in some far off place, I will recognize your face, I won’t say goodbye my friend, For you and I will meet again.

You spend your life dreaming, running ’round in a trance, You hang out forever and still miss the dance, And if you get lucky, you might find someone, To help you get over the pain that will come.

I’m not exactly a guy who makes new friends easily.

Most things I worry about never happen anyway.

I always liked the idea of the guitar – because cowboys played the guitar.

All are brothers and sisters. All are one, be alike to every­one. That is Unity the brotherhood of man and the fatherhood of God.

See the mountains kiss high Heaven And the waves clasp one another; No sister-flower would be forgiven If it disdained its brother; And the sunlight clasps the earth, And the moonbeams kiss the sea – What is all this sweet work worth If thou kiss not me?

My sister was the singer, and I always had the mentality there could only be one in the family.

Come to my house and you’ll see if I’m gay. And bring your sister.

For whoever does the will of my Father in heaven is my brother and sister and mother.

Those are the same stars, and that is the same moon, that look down upon your brothers and sisters, and which they see as they look up to them, though they are ever so far away from us, and each other.

I personally think my sister is so stunning without makeup. And she doesn’t wear that much makeup because she has the best skin color.

Life made us sisters and our hearts made friends.