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

You and I will meet again, When we’re least expecting it, One day in some far off place, I will recognize your face, I won’t say goodbye my friend, For you and I will meet again.

You spend your life dreaming, running ’round in a trance, You hang out forever and still miss the dance, And if you get lucky, you might find someone, To help you get over the pain that will come.

I’m not exactly a guy who makes new friends easily.

Most things I worry about never happen anyway.

When you kill somebody’s little sister with a missile, he’s going to hate you forever. And the next generation will hate you even more.

I always liked the idea of the guitar – because cowboys played the guitar.

It’s very easy to be cynical about the hall of fame. But on the other hand, it’s really a beautiful thing for someone like me. I dedicated my entire life to this music.

I’ve always had a great love for the blues.

What I’ve learned about marriage: You need to have each other’s back; you have to be a kind of team going through life.

I don’t think it’s a good attitude in your life to feel that you have to be rich to have self-esteem.

I don’t believe in censorship, but I do believe that an artist has to take some moral responsibility for what he or she is putting out there.

Honey, don’t walk out, I’m too drunk to follow.

I’m learning to fly, but I ain’t got wings. Coming down is the hardest thing.

Just wonderin’, waitin’, worryin’ about some silly little things, that just don’t add up to nothin’.

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

Music is probably the only real magic I have encountered in my life. There’s not some trick involved with it. It’s pure and it’s real. It moves, it heals, it communicates and does all these incredible things.

The words ‘Here you can find perfect peace’ can be written only over the gates of a cemetery.

Then I saw that there was a way to hell, even from the gates of heaven.

A gate to nature is a gate to heaven!

The gate is straight, Deep and wide, Break on through to the other side…

Death is a black camel, which kneels at the gates of all.

Death is but changing of our robes to wait in wedding garments at the Eternal’s gate.

It is only through the morning gate of the beautiful that you can penetrate into the realm of knowledge. That which we feel here as beauty we shall one day know as truth.

Only through Beauty’s morning-gate, dost thou penetrate the land of knowledge.