I think it's important to do things that you're interested in. I think it's important to have other outlets away from the music industry.

Yeah I'm chillin' on a dirt road, laid back swervin' like I'm George Jones.

Hearing people clapping draws you in pretty quick. It's like bungee cord jumping - it's a rush; you just want to do it again.

I had no idea 'Big Green Tractor' was going to be as big a hit as it was. You just can't predict those things.

I didn't get into music to become famous and I didn't get into music to become rich either - I got into because I liked it.

I don't think I really have any wisdom. Stay out of trouble. Good luck. Stay away from women because they will burn you, haha.

No matter what you do, you're going to have people who have something to say about something you do. You can't please anybody.

I'm a country boy. I'm from Georgia.

There's nothing cooler than a good fitting, worn-in pair of Wrangler jeans, so it's great that with the new Retro line, my fans can go out and rock the same styles that I love.

I think country music is obviously a great form of music. I think it's cool and has mass appeal.

I love fried okra. The fact that it's okra makes me feel like it's good for you - I forget the fact that it's fried.

All religions are beautiful in the story, as you say. It's when they're put into practice that they grow ugly.

We humans must confess, 'I am because he is.' Only God can say, 'I AM WHO I AM'.

If you don't talk about it, it didn't happen.

Being rich and coming from a distinguished family background doesn't guarantee happiness, Abby. In fact, it might make happiness harder to find because you have to live up to akk that expectation.

God is honored by large, difficult, and impossible requests when we ask, seek, knock, and trust our loving Father always to answer for our good.

One reproduces only that which is striking; that is to say, the necessary. Thus, one's recollections and inventions are liberated from the tyranny which nature exerts.

World history is tragic.

I had come to feel that my mother's love for me was designed solely to make me into an echo of her; and I didn't know why, but I felt that I would rather be dead than become just an echo of someone.

Regret, already sogging me down, burst its dam. It seeped into my legs, it pooled in my heart.

Up from the meadows rich with corn, Clear in the cool September morn