“You get in there, you get the job done and you get the hell out.”

Last dance with Mary Jane One more time to kill the pain I feel summer creepin’ in and I’m Tired of this town again.

George Harrison was the kind of guy who wasn’t going to leave until he hugged you for five minutes and told you how much he loved you.

I’m tired of screwing up. I’m tired of being down. I’m tired of myself. I’m tired of bein’ down.

I wouldn’t want to get stuck being an oldie-goldie group, but I don’t mind. I think all the trouble you go through these days to go to one of these concerts, I think I owe them a bit of what they came to hear.

I like making money like anybody else, and I’m paid well, but I think there is a point at which you can out-price your audience or your base.

God, it’s so painful when something that’s so close is still so far out of reach.

If you look around at America, that’s one of its biggest problems is you have corporations that can never be pleased at a profit.

I’m not interested in the TV much. I quit watching the news a couple years ago and my outlook on life has gotten a whole lot better.

I love the music. I’m never, ever tired of playing it.

At the end of the day, you’re just phonograph records.

I have never been comfortable being the front man.

In a world that keeps on pushing me around, I’m gonna stand my ground, and I won’t back down.

But not me, baby, I’ve got you to save me.

Where the sky begins, the horizon ends, despite the best intentions.

Any time you’re making a living at what you love to do, you’re blessed.

I never could have dreamed that her heart was so wicked, but I keep coming back because it’s so hard to kick it.