The idea of "making art for art's sake" makes no sense for me. Each area of my life, all the roles I play, influences the others.

The reason I make art is because I get to make a choice about who I am, what I do, and what I put out into the world, the footsteps I leave behind.

I'm definitely musician and storyteller. But I always like to take an active role in things I care about socially and environmentally.

Art is consumed in so many different ways. You could say people don't stop to appreciate art. On the other hand, people can consume art more quickly.

I'm interested in questions my son asks me, like, "Why do animals fight? Why do you have to leave us to go on the road?" Everything he asks gets me thinking.

I'm a husband and a dad. Two thirds of my day is spent being that character. It's a huge part of my identity and why I pursue things I do.

I'm in a position I never imagined I'd be in as a musician. Bob Dylan built an audience through recording and live shows. The opportunities for an artist today are totally different.

Sometimes all you can do is hug a friend tightly and wish that their pain could be transferred by touch to your own emotional hard drive.

I don’t know why I told you all those things, but I did. Maybe it was because I’m a drunk, and sometimes drunks like to confess.

Isn't there any heaven where old beautiful dances, old beautiful intimacies prolong themselves?

A Christian's celebration of Christmas should be a lot different from that of nonbelievers.

So, my sweetheart back home writes to me and wants to know what this gal in Bombay's got that she hasn't got. So I just write back to her and says, Nothin', honey. Only she's got it here.

By GIVING to others, instead of GETTING, we can still find we have everything we need in Christ.

I think it was Cosby who also said to me, 'If only 2 percent of the world thinks you're funny, you'll still fill stadiums for the rest of your life.'

We all come from different levels, and I think every human has their own relationship to violence, athletic violence and fighting.

I took the world into me, rearranged it, and sent it back out as a question: "Do you like me?

I was not the lion, but it fell to me to give the lion's roar.