“We could move catalog, if he’d only die quicker.”

It’s funny how the music industry is enraged about the Internet and the way things are copied without being paid for. But you know why people steal the music? Because they can’t afford the music.

I’ve got a room at the top of the world tonight. I can see everything tonight.

How about a cheer for all those bad girls! And all those boys that play that rock ‘n’ roll! They love it like you love Jesus.

She’s a good girl, crazy about Elvis, loves horses, and her boyfriend, too.

If you listen long enough you can hear my skin grow tough love is painful to the touch must be made of stronger stuff.

If I’d had to work at Taco Bell I’d have still been out at night trying to play music.

If you’re not getting older, you’re dead.

Some days are diamonds, some days are rocks. Some doors are opened, some roads are blocked. Sundowns are golden, then fade away. And if I never do nothing, I’ll get you back someday.

You belong somewhere you feel free.

I’m always having fun. Playing is fun. Music is fun.

I would never put my songs in a commercial.

We don’t really make bad records, though some people might like some more than others. And we have never really done a bad show. So I think in a way maybe we’ve been taken for granted.

When you get older, your health becomes important to you, things start breaking down, you’ve always got a different ache or pain.

I have turned down a lot of money for things that would have made me feel cheesy.

I’m barely prolific and incredibly lazy.

Some grow young, some grow cold.