“If you pick up a guitar and it says, ‘take me, I’m yours,’ then that’s the one for you.”

If you end up with a boring miserable life because you listened to your mom, your dad, your teacher, your priest, or some guy on television telling you how to do your shit, then you deserve it.

Power will be maintained by the groovy guy or gal who gets the most media coverage for his sleaze. Naturally, his friends in various businesses will do okay, too.

The price of meat has just gone up and your old lady has just gone down.

We could improve worldwide mental health if we acknowledged that parents can make you crazy.

The most important thing to do in your life is to not interfere with somebody else’s life.

Republicans stand for raw, unbridled evil and greed and ignorance smothered in balloons and ribbons.

Without music to decorate it, time is just a bunch of boring production deadlines or dates by which bills must be paid.

There are only two things to remember. Number one: Don’t Stop, and number two: Keep going!

You can bet everything will come to an end. It’s going to be ugly and it’s going to be a mess, and it’s going to be something that somebody did in the name of God.

The universe consists of 5% protons, 5% neutrons, 5% electrons and 85% morons.

Censoring what you say is one of the ways in which people who are not nice can take away your personal freedom.

There is no such thing as a dirty word. Nor is there a word so powerful, that it’s going to send the listener to the lake of fire upon hearing it.

One and one is eleven.

The closer you are, the brighter the flames in my heart.

I enjoy irritating the people who enjoy being irritated.

Why do you necessarily have to be wrong just because a few million people think you are?

When I was around 7 or 8 my Dad took me to a B.B. King recording session, well, that really did it. Huge and lasting impressions.

I definitely have a different perspective on music in general. But once I actually have a guitar in my hands, I think I disappear into the same black hole that I was disappearing into when I was 15.

I enjoy the song writing process more than anything. It’s what I like the most, just sitting in my room with guitar or at the piano or something.

Yes, we three were so happy, my wife, my guitar and me!

I don’t read music; I taught myself guitar.

I get a feeling, on a guitar, and I sort of mess around until something resonates with me, and then I just find that what happens is that a melody comes, and with that, words.

I suppose I am proud of what has gone on, after all I only ever wanted to play the guitar for a living, and that is what I am still doing.

I’d always had an interest in guitar from about seven years old. But I first actually had lessons when I was about fifteen in Scotland, in Edinburgh.