“I get on Twitter, one of my routines during the day, if I’m home is, I wake up, get a cup of coffee, turn on the Weather Channel and I’ll look at what people are saying to me on Twitter on my phone.”

Help!!!! Why is Wednesday spelled like that?!!!!

We can often endure an extra pound of pain far more easily than we can suffer the withdrawal of an ounce of accustomed pleasure.

If they know you’re a nibbler, they’re going to wait and look for that. Hitters have to be more aggressive if you’re more aggressive.

We all got a hillbilly bone down deep inside.

What you need to know about me is that I always just wanted to be a country singer. I didn’t choose the path of television or being on magazine covers.

Shoot, man, I love everybody! I don’t have time to hate.

If you’re callin’ ’bout my heart, it’s still yours / I should’ve listened to it a little more / Then it wouldn’t have taken me so long / To know where I belong

I’m not that smart, but I’m smart enough to know that if Usher wants to help you, you let him.

If I have one, I’ll have thirteen. No, there ain’t no in-betwee. Cuz the more I drink, the more I drink, the more I drink.

My life has been an open book, for better or for worse.

I was just 17 years old and had to get some new friends to actually sign up for me to get electricity and utilities because I wasn’t even old enough to have things like that.

If I had to choose my best day ever, my finest hour, my wildest dream come true, mine would be you.

I think you have to be willing to take a bullet for somebody if you’re going to stand up there, take your vows, and be married to them for the rest of your life.

To me, what makes an artist is a unique personality that they’re not afraid to let show.

When things go wrong or dont turn out the way you pictured them in your head, you just have to go with the best intentions defense. I have a lot of good intentions.

I love to deer hunt and fish and drive down the back roads in my truck. All those things basically equal freedom to me – and not having to return that message or call from my record company or management. At some point, I need to recharge.

I go “I just want a cup of black coffee.” She goes “Do you want to try a biscotti? They’re from Italy and they’re considered a delicacy.” Have you ever eaten one of these things? It tastes like a burned cookie. Where I’m from, that’s considered a mistake.

The food is excellent. The beer is cold. The sun nearly always shines. There is coffee on every corner. Life doesn’t get much better than this.

Human beings would split the atom and invent television, nylon, and instant coffee before they could figure out the age of their own planet.

Maybe…in a way, this coffee reminds me of something. Maybe…maybe only a philosopher or a mad man would make this connection, but it’s a little like life. I mean it’s powerful going down and that doesn’t even take into account the aftertaste, which really takes getting used to.

People always think that happiness is a faraway thing,” thought Francie, “something complicated and hard to get.

I ordered a coffee and a little something to eat and savored the warmth and dryness. Somewhere in the background Nat King Cole sang a perky tune. I watched the rain beat down on the road outside and told myself that one day this would be twenty years ago.

Most civilized lives are measured out with coffee spoons.

One day you are ordering coffee every morning and the next you can’t even order coffee without thinking about ordering theirs too.