“When something comes to my brain, I don’t ignore it. You never know what it’s going to turn into.”

I drink to feel I smoke to breathe Just look what love has done to me.

If I’m not writing about myself, then I sit down with people I really dig writing with and throw ’em out and see if something sticks. Their brain plus mine hopefully will make something interesting and cool and it will just snowball and we’ll have a unique song by the end of it.

Don’t wreck my reputation, Let me wreck my own.

Follow your arrow, Wherever it points.

It’s hard to remember a time when I wasn’t writing.

I know what I want and it gets in my way. I know I’m not easy.

Im all about small towns. I think its a great place to grow up.

A great song will be great forever – it’s timeless and classic in that way.

I know not every song has to be a powerful message.

Legs longer than my marriage.

I used to write poems more when I was younger, but I haven’t in a long time. I just write ideas and paragraphs and go from there.

Guess I’m hangin’ by myself but I don’t mind.

Forced idleness evolves into beauty.

Fame freaks me out. Do you just wake up different? I don’t know how to scale it back if it gets too crazy.

In the beginning, I wrote OK songs, but they didn’t have a unique perspective.

I’d rather be more of the hippie country chick – as in, instead of pointing a finger, just maybe saying, ‘We’re all screw-ups. We’re all in this kind of together. We’re all just figuring this out.’

People are so brainwashed by the rules that they don’t know what really matters.

I try not to get analytical in the writing process. I try to just kind of keep the flow from my brain to my hand as far as the pen is concerned and go with the moment and go with my guts.

Don’t prepare. Begin. Our enemy is not lack of preparation. The enemy is resistance, our chattering brain producing excuses. Start before you are ready.

There is no scientific study more vital to man than the study of his own brain. Our entire view of the universe depends on it.

I saw that all beings are fated to happiness: action is not life, but a way of wasting some force, an enervation. Morality is the weakness of the brain.

The brain is the last and grandest biological frontier, the most complex thing we have yet discovered in our universe. It contains hundreds of billions of cells interlinked through trillions of connections. The brain boggles the mind.

The brain, the mind, and all the things that happen inside it, it’s a very erogenous zone.

The truth is, the Science of Nature has been already too long made only a work of the Brain and the Fancy: It is now high time that it should return to the plainness and soundness of Observations on material and obvious things.