“I made a wish on a sliver of moonlight A sly grin and a bowl full of stars.”

Break windows, smoke cigars, and stay up late. Tell ’em to do that, they’ll find a little pot of gold.

Sing me a rainbow. Steal me a dream.

I don’t go to church on Sunday, don’t get on my knees to pray, or memorize the books of the Bible, I got my own special way

On my gravestone, I want it to say, “I told you I was sick.”

The big print giveth and the small print taketh away.

I was always laughing in church.

I’ll take a rusty nail and scratch your initials on my arm.

Don’t plant your days they turn into weeds.

When you’re writing‚ you’re conjuring. It’s a ritual‚ and you need to be brave and respectful and sometimes get out of the way of whatever it is that you’re inviting into the room.

A mental midget with the IQ of a fence post.

I do some acting. And there’s a difference between “I do some acting” and “I’m an actor.”

She’s got the whole dark forest living inside of her.

I’m trying to get music ideas that come and keep them alive. It’s like carrying water in your hands. I want to keep it all, and sometimes by the time you get to the studio you have nothing.

The fact is most of the things that people know about me are made up. My own life is backstage. So what you “know” about me is only what I allowed you to know about me.

You can drive out nature with a pitch fork But it always comes roaring back again.

Don’t plant your bad days. They grow into weeks. The weeks grow into months. Before you know it, you got yourself a bad year. Take it from me – choke those little bad days. Choke ’em down to nothing.

I believe that a bad Super Bowl halftime show is still better than a soccer game.

Life is just a bowl of pits.

It’s funny, but when there are dominant teams, there are a number of people who rail about the fact that they’re always seeing the Dallas Cowboys or the San Francisco 49ers or the Green Bay either in the playoffs or in the Super Bowl.

Never break another man’s rice bowl.

You have to win and you have to win with a vision for the Super Bowl. That’s our passion here.

Even offering three hundred bowls of food three times a day does not match the spiritual merit gained in one moment of love.

Even if the water is falling right on it, it only touches the outside and not the inside. In this way the bowl will never get full.

If we only make merit but have not stopped doing bad things, then we will never have a day of completion. It is like an overturned bowl which is left outside in the rain.