“I had the radio on, I was driving. Trees flew by, me and Del were singing, Little Runaway, I was flying.”

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.

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 have to get a licence to drive a motorcycle to protect myself and the people around me. I am adamant there should be some sort of licensing required to have children.

Mankind apparently find it easier to drive away adversity than to retain prosperity.

Love, grief, and the complexity of being human are the driving forces for every artistic revolution.

Have Faith. Where’er thy bark is driven, – The calm’s disport, the tempest’s mirth, – Know this: God rules the hosts of heaven, The habitants of earth.

Whom Jupiter would destroy he first drives mad.

The Scots are a very tough people. They have drive-by headbuttings. In Glasgow a sweatband is considered a silencer.

Looking hard for a drive in, searching for a corner cafe, where the hamburgers sizzle on an open grill night and day.

My driving philosophy about making music is that you can reduce it all down to one note if that note is played with the right kind of sincerity.