First time I saw Elvis was at the Lubbock County fairgrounds in Lubbock, Texas. He was on the back end of a truck. There was about 1500 screaming kids.

If it was just me and Elvis one on one, which only happened once or twice in the times that I did see him, it was a really comfortable. He was a cool guy... easy laugh, nice guy.

In the Ghetto, I'd been trying to write for years.

One of my real goals was to hear someone whistling a song I'd written.

There was a chance for me to write one song for the section where Elvis sat in his black leather outfit and sang the old hits. At eight oclock the next morning I had written Memories.

I had always wanted to write a song called 'The Vicious Circle'. I always thought it was like, the kids are born there, they grow up there, they die there.

I was out on the golf course, a guy came riding out in a golf cart and said, Did you know that Elvis died? And I just said, Well, there you go. It was like I had kinda been expecting it.

I didn't have a lot of communication with Elvis. You had to go through a barricade to get to Elvis. It was people hanging on every word, and I felt very uncomfortable a lot of times.

Oh lord, it's hard to be humble when your perfect in every way. I can't wait to look in the mirror, cause I get better looking each day.

'Don't Cry Daddy' is a pretty sad song. He got to the end of it and it was just real quiet and Elvis says, 'I'm gonna cut that someday for my daddy'. And, by God, he did. He lived up to his word.

It's pretty amazing to me that my first hit record was an Elvis Presley record.

Wisdom is sweet to the soul as honey is sweet to taste.

God only knows the torment of the suffering soul and only he can take away the pain.

If the cherry trees had to wait for understanding they'd never blossom.

If you had to pack your whole life into a suitcase-not just the practical things, like clothing, but the memories of the people you had lost and the girl you had once been-what would you take?

If I see another game that involves a kidnapped princess, queen, king or other royal family member, I'll scream. In the same vein, I think the karate genre has been done to death.

In this age of Twitter and Snark every misstep gets posted online in twelve seconds.

Guys like us, that work on ranches, are the loneliest guys in the world

My good intentions are completely lethal.

It is good food and not fine words that keeps me alive.

While we desire, we do not enjoy; and with enjoyment desire ceases.