I mean, the last thing I want to do is be involved in politics.

I have been waiting a long time for this. It's been my dream forever. Now that it's a reality, I love it. I haven't been burnt out at all and I have a bunch of guys with me that feel the same way.

I'm thinking of you, that's all I do, all the time. You're always the first and the last thing on this heart of mine. No matter where I go, or what I do, I'm thinking of you.

I'm always looking for things that make me kind of uncomfortable.

When I was 13, I was just figuring out how to play 'Eruption,' poorly, by Eddie Van Halen.

You cant write about stuff you dont know about. You have to live it. You have to roll up your sleeves and get your hands dirty. Live life to be a good songwriter.

I'm a member of the George Jones fan club, and I'm a member of U2's fan club.

I also was a huge 'Dukes of Hazzard' fan. I used to have T-shirts that said 'Dierks of Hazzard' custom-made.

My dad and grandpa were in the army and as a country singer you're constantly playing at military bases all across the country and meeting soldiers and their families and hearing their stories.

Country music has always been the best shrink that 15 bucks can buy.

I'm a huge fan of Billy Idol. I spiked my hair every day like him in 7th and 8th grade.

Night and day the streets resounded with music, song, and the clinking of chalices and tankards, for it is well known that nothing is such thirsty work as the acquisition of knowledge.

Living alone, with no one to consult or talk to, one might easily become melodramatic, and imagine things which had no foundation on fact.

Marriage has no guarantees. If that's what you're looking for go live with a car battery.

Growing up, my fascination was all things dinosaur, and as an adult, I've had some success making films about aliens, so this is a dream come true.

I was searching for something a little more than a dashing metaphor, a good deal less than a cultural map: and for those purposes the two cultures is about right.

Life is a theatre of alarms and contentions.

Chocolate, I am sure, is the concrete manifestation of love.

The sad ending is only because the author stops telling the story. But it still goes on. It's just untold.

Old secrets are like old wounds; they fester.

The nicest feeling in the world is to do a good deed anonymously-and have somebody find out.