This is not a rock opera. This is not Tommy. I can write songs that emote, and that's it.

It's my responsibility as a singer-songwriter to report the news.

A lot of Woody Guthrie's songs were taken from other songs. He would rework the melody and lyrics, and all of a sudden it was a Woody Guthrie song.

What is there to be afraid of? The worst thing that can happen is you fail. So what? I failed at a lot of things. My first record was horrible.

Grandma's on the front porch with a Bible in her hand, sometimes I hear her singing take me to the promised land.

It's what you do and not what you say. If you're not part of the future, then get out of the way!

Unemployment is sky-rocketing; deflation is in our future for the first time since the Great Depression. I don't care whose fault it is, it's the truth.

Growing up leads to growing old and then to dying And dying to me don't sound like all that much fun

There is nothing more sad or glorious than generations changing hands.

Ain't that America, home of the free? Little pink houses for you and me.

Natalie from the Dixie Chicks could have said what she said before 9-11 and no one would have cared.

There are times I wish I were invisible. Which is silly, since I do everything I can to stand out.

What makes you different is the exact thing that makes you irreplaceable.

I believe one of the next great moves of God is going to be through the believers in the workplace.

Obama is like a chess player who is playing simultaneous chess and has opened his game with an unusual opening.

The only reason I'm an actor is that a lady pulled out of a parking space in front of a producer's office.

I feel vulnerable on mountains. It's an uncontrolled, raw environment. It's very - it's truly humbling.

I think it was 89.2% cheers and 11.8% boos, but I'm used to that.

The Christian gospel is a summons to peace, calling for justice beyond anger, mercy beyond justice, forgiveness beyond mercy, love beyond forgiveness.

The spirits of the air live on the smells Of fruit; and joy, with pinions light, roves round The gardens, or sits singing in the trees.

Nobody's life is a bed of roses. We all have crosses to bear and we all just do our best.