“Some days are diamonds, some days are rocks. Some doors are opened, some roads are blocked. Sundowns are golden, then fade away. And if I never do nothing, I’ll get you back someday.”

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.

You were the one who made things different, you were the one who took me in. You were the one thing I could count on, above all, you were my friend.

Every verse a diamond, every chorus gold, the sound was my salvation. It was only everything, before money became king.

Each day is a little life.

He smelt like spring and felt like rain the kind that cooled earth on a hot summer day.

Today was the day years ago it meant something then it can’t anymore.

Some days, you will be close to the finish line and still not make it.

I still have hope that one day someone will love all of me – from the hallelujahs right down to the hallows.

Some days I am more wildfire than a woman.

Nostalgia seems to haunt me these days I wonder if it’s old age or just a phase.

Eases our darkness into daylight. Oceans apart, but what remains the same, is our eyes gazing at the same moon.