“I enjoy doing different kinds of things. I just enjoy being not tied too much. I feel that I’m tied to myself as a kind of traditional musician and a singer, and the history that I have ties me down.”

I came into music just because I wanted the bread. It’s true. I looked around and this seemed like the only way I was going to get the kind of bread I wanted.

It’s all right letting yourself go, as long as you can get yourself back.

There’s no absolutes in life – only vodka.

You can’t always get what you want.

I should think that being my old lady would be all the satisfaction or career any woman needs.

I got nasty habits; I take tea at three.

As long as my face is on page one, I don’t care what they say about me on page seventeen.

You don’t have to bathe every day to look clean. It’s just an illusion.

My mother has always been unhappy with what I do. She would rather I do something nicer, like be a bricklayer.

People have this obsession. They want you to be like you were in 1969. They want you to, because otherwise their youth goes with you. It’s very selfish, but it’s understandable.

If you’re the singer in the band, you always get more attention than anyone else.

I love country music, but I find it very hard to take it seriously. I also think a lot of country music is sung with the tongue in cheek, so I do it tongue in cheek.

My secrets must be poetic to be believable.

I don’t want to be my extrovert self all the time.

The past is a great place and I don’t want to erase it or to regret it, but I don’t want to be its prisoner either.

All dancing is a replacement for sex.

And in a world where everyone strives to act, think and look the same – being different is truly something to be proud of. that’s why I’m very proud to be austistic.

They all walk by on the grey path. Different stories on the move. Their eyes reveal it all, who’s lights diminished? Who has something left to prove?

Every phase of life looks different.

Plans have changed. Life looks different. & now we’re all figuring it out as we go.

That we conduct our thoughts along different ways, and do not fix our attention on the same objects.

It is not that I am mad, it is only that my head is different from yours.

You can put truth in a different book, but it’s still real. It’s still the truth.

They have different opinions. But the love is mutual.