“Take this rifle, kid. Gimme that guitar.”

I bought me a guitar about a year ago, learned how to play in a day or so.

Healing is the rediscovery of who we are and who we have always been.

Pour me another tequila, I’m going to put on your red satin dress. You put on my clothes.

The disenfranchised offspring, along with an entire ageless class of human discards, know only that they are doomed.

It may be a coincidence, but from the minute I took anti-depressants, I didn’t pick up a guitar or a pen for seven years.

I’m a bass player from way back and Paul is a guitar player and we’ve been in many bands.

I’m not a good guitar player.

I loved playing the guitar and I knew I was pretty good at it, so that’s what I wanted to do with my life.

A lot of times, I played bass on songs. Gene plays guitar on some songs.

I can’t even read notes. But I can teach someone how to make a guitar smoke.

I don’t like to practice; I like spontaneity. When I don’t play guitar for a week and I pick it up again, I play better.