“Mister, I ain’t a boy, no I’m a man, and i believe in a promised land.”

The hungry and the haunted explode in a rock’n’roll band.

Show a little faith, there’s magic in the night.

Outside the street’s on fire in a real death waltz between what’s flesh and what’s fantasy.

Adult life is dealing with an enormous amount of questions that don’t have answers. So I let the mystery settle into my music. I don’t deny anything, I don’t advocate anything, I just live with it.

God have mercy on the man who doubts what he’s sure of.

You’ve got to learn to live with what you can’t rise above.

The future is now. Roll up your sleeves and let your passion flow. The country we carry in our hearts is waiting.

Two hearts are better than one.

I like narrative storytelling as being part of a tradition, a folk tradition.

If they had told me I was the janitor and would have to mop up and clean the toilets after the show in order to play, I probably would have done it.

There have been a lotta tough guys. There have been pretenders. And there have been contenders. But there is only one king.

You can’t shut off the risk and the pain without losing the love that remains.

Roll down the window and let the wind blow back your hair. The night’s busted open. These two lanes will take us anywhere.

It was like Elvis came along and whispered some dream in everybody’s ear.

Everybody’s got a hungry heart.

The best music is essentially there to provide you something to face the world with.