“How about a cheer for all those bad girls! And all those boys that play that rock ‘n’ roll! They love it like you love Jesus.”

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.

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.

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

It’s very easy to be cynical about the hall of fame. But on the other hand, it’s really a beautiful thing for someone like me. I dedicated my entire life to this music.

I’ve always had a great love for the blues.

What I’ve learned about marriage: You need to have each other’s back; you have to be a kind of team going through life.

I don’t think it’s a good attitude in your life to feel that you have to be rich to have self-esteem.

I don’t believe in censorship, but I do believe that an artist has to take some moral responsibility for what he or she is putting out there.

Honey, don’t walk out, I’m too drunk to follow.