“Music works in mysterious ways. Once it goes in you have no idea what it can do to you.”

I like it here in Austin. Anybody got a room?

George Jones is a national treasure and should be treated accordingly. A unique style so often emulated even inadvertently.

The public library is the great equaliser.

When you are growing up there are two institutional places that affect you most powerfully: the church, which belongs to God, and the public library, which belongs to you.

Rock and roll ain’t nothing but jazz with a hard backbeat.

What’s the big deal about still working? Retirement age is sixty-five, and that’s at a normal job – and I ain’t there yet.

Music is a necessity. After food, air, water and warmth, music is the next necessity of life.

But I’m not here just to make records and money. I’m here to say something and to touch other people, sometimes in a cry of desperation: “Do you know this feeling?

I personally believe that most people that play an instrument would be able to write a few songs here and there. But they say, “I tried, I can’t do it” and give up and don’t try it again; they get too discouraged.

Fame has killed more very talented guys than drugs. Jimi Hendrix didn’t die of an overdose, he died of fame.

[John] Belushi was an extreme experience even by my standards.

You see, to me, the art of music is listening to it, not playing it. The real art of it is hearing it.

This is the rock ‘n’ roll life, and you had to invent it as you went along. There was no textbook to say how you operate this machinery.

Nobody wants to get old, but nobody wants to die young either.

I looked upon myself, in a sort of romantic and silly way, as like a laboratory.

It’s an addiction and addiction is something I should know something about.

These allies are the hallucinogenic plants and the mysterious teaching entities, luminous and transcendental, that reside in that nearby dimension of ecstatic beauty and understanding that we have denied until it is now nearly too late.

The woods were peopled by the mysterious good folk. The Lords and Ladies of the last century walked with me along the overgrown paths, and picked the old fashioned flowers among the box and rose hedges of the garden.

God moves in mysterious ways His wonders to performs

God moves in a mysterious way, His wonders to perform. He plants his footsteps in the sea, and rides upon the storm.

God moves in a mysterious way His wonders to perform; He plants his footsteps in the sea, And rides upon the storm.

The secret island had looked mysterious enough on the night they had seen it before – but now, swimming in the hot June haze, it seemed more enchanting than ever.

How did you get in?” “i move in mysterious ways.” “god moves in mysterious ways. You move like lightening-here one moment, gone the next.

Translation is entirely mysterious. Increasingly I have felt that the art of writing is itself translating, or more like translating than it is like anything else.