As my life changes, it gives me new things to write about.

There are so few people that wake up every day and go do something that they dont dread... Im very lucky.

I've grown tired of traveling alone, won't you ride with me?

I've never been someone who's very prone to boredom. I don't know, boredom seems like something you should grow out of at about 15 or 16. There's so much that needs to be done.

I write pretty much year-round, but I definitely do more when a deadline is looming.

If I could write rock & roll songs on purpose, I'd do it all the time. But most of what I write comes out slow and sad because that's most of what I listen to.

The world changes fast, and a lot of the old country folks have a hard time keeping up with it, and it makes them sad.

My wife is so very important to me that it's made my mom more important to me. It's made every woman I know more important to me.

I've spent a lot of time in a rock n' roll band trying to fight off the fact that I was old enough to rent a car. And it's all sort of rushed in at once now. And I like it.

Music... will help dissolve your perplexities and purify your character and sensibilities, and in time of care and sorrow, will keep a fountain of joy alive in you.

But then, is there cowardice in the acknowledgment of fear? Is there cowardice in being glad that you lived?

Don't get too caught up in making money or having a job, get excited about the fact that you can design your life.

An ego should be like a warm breeze, never seen, just mildly sensed.

...sunlight is (life and day are)only loaned:whereas night is given(night and death and the rain are given;and given is how beautifully snow)

I didn't know your identity, but I had an impression of who my opponent was, being surrounded by things you made.

For email, the old postcard rule applies. Nobody else is supposed to read your postcards, but you'd be a fool if you wrote anything private on one.

There's something really precious in that - if you try to tame something that's meant to be wild you wind up jeopardizing the nature of why it exists.

The creative person finds himself in a state of turmoil, restlessness, emptiness, and unbearable frustration unless he expresses his inner life in some creative way.

I choose to work behind the camera. And I kind of want to make the work and then run away. The presentation of myself really feels complicated for me.