“Running down a dream… working on a mystery… going wherever it leads.”

No matter how long you play the guitar, there’s always something else to learn.

I always tell my kids, “Find something that you love and within that you’ll find some job that you can do and you’ll always be happy. You’ll go to a job that you want to go to.”

A rebel without a clue.

Do something you really like, and hopefully it pays the rent. As far as I’m concerned, that’s success.

The poison came in liquid, she was naked all the time.

I remember things being more clearer, at one time things were more real.

The waiting is the hardest part.

I think watching the TV news is bad for you. It is bad for your physical health and your mental health.

You belong among the wildflowers You belong in a boat out at sea You belong with your love on your arm You belong somewhere you feel free.

I’m not trying to be cool. I have a problem with lights. I have one eye that’s become super-sensitive to lighting, so I do wear sunglasses quite a bit.

There goes your freedom of choice, there goes the last human voice.

So I started out for God knows where. I guess I’ll know when I get there.

And the days went by like paper in the wind. Everything changed, then changed again. It’s hard to find a friend. It’s hard to find a friend.

Somewhere, somehow, somebody must have kicked you around some. Tell me, why you want to lay there, revel in your abandon?

You believe what you want to believe.

You can stand me up at the gates of hell, but I won’t back down.