“The only two things in life that make it worth livin’ / Is guitars that tune good and firm feelin’ women”

If you see me getting smaller, I’m leaving, don’t be grieving, just gotta get away from here. If you see me getting smaller, don’t worry, and no hurry, I’ve got the right to disappear.

Each tomorrow will depend on the love you give today.

I could have killed her when we first met and I’ve been out of jail by now.

Those neon light nights, couldn’t stay out of fights, keeps a-haunting me in memories.

Heaven is laying in my sweet baby’s arms, hell is when my baby’s not here.

I didn’t aim at anything except good music.

There’s always one more way to do something– your way.

If we all could sound like we wanted to, we’d all sound like George Jones.

I’m a part of the music that happened. My voice is one more instrument, is what it is. So that’s the way I feel about people who “play on sessions.

I like to perform every once in a while for people who want to see me, and cut albums of music that is what I’m really about.

To me a guitar is kind of like a woman. You don’t know why you like ’em but you do.

I mean, I think we’re put here on earth to make your own destiny, to begin with.

What bothers me most is that I don’t bother you.

Honesty is something you can’t wear out.

I might be an endangered species.

I was alive, and Buddy and those boys were dead, and I didn’t know how, but somehow I’d caused it.

There are times in all of our lives when a reliance on gut or intuition just seems more appropriate – when a particular course of action just feels right.

I know that youngsters want to find something in common with each other and feel closer to each other ideologically through bridges such as the Internet.

If I should certainly say to a novice, ‘Write from experience and experience only,’ I should feel that this was rather a tantalizing monition if I were not careful immediately to add, ‘Try to be one of the people on whom nothing is lost.’

I feel like I’m not on Earth just to shake it and shake it endlessly, you know?

I do feel it’s hard to be modest and humble and egoless when people are telling you you are so great and wanting to give you prizes and energy. I’m trying hard not to be an awful, narcissistic human being.

Whenever I received too much praise, it just didn’t feel right to me – ever.

You feel that there is an avalanche coming when you meet the right person.

If I don’t cry while writing a key emotional scene, my gut feeling is it’s failed.