“I’m so tired of being tired. Sure as night will follow day most things I worry about will never happen anyway.”

Excuse me if I have some place in my mind where I go time to time.

There’s a freeway running through the yard.

As we celebrate mediocrity, all the boys upstairs want to see. How much you’ll pay for what you used to get for free.

Let’s get to the point Let’s roll another joint.

Free Fallin” is a very good song. Maybe it would be one of my favorites if it hadn’t become this huge anthem. But I’m grateful that people like it.

Last dance with Mary Jane One more time to kill the pain I feel summer creepin’ in and I’m Tired of this town again.

George Harrison was the kind of guy who wasn’t going to leave until he hugged you for five minutes and told you how much he loved you.

I’m tired of screwing up. I’m tired of being down. I’m tired of myself. I’m tired of bein’ down.

I wouldn’t want to get stuck being an oldie-goldie group, but I don’t mind. I think all the trouble you go through these days to go to one of these concerts, I think I owe them a bit of what they came to hear.

I like making money like anybody else, and I’m paid well, but I think there is a point at which you can out-price your audience or your base.

God, it’s so painful when something that’s so close is still so far out of reach.

If you look around at America, that’s one of its biggest problems is you have corporations that can never be pleased at a profit.

I’m not interested in the TV much. I quit watching the news a couple years ago and my outlook on life has gotten a whole lot better.

I love the music. I’m never, ever tired of playing it.

At the end of the day, you’re just phonograph records.

I have never been comfortable being the front man.