when I drive the freeways I see the soul of humanity ofmy city and it's ugly, ugly, ugly: the living have choked theheartaway.

Now something so sad has hold of us that the breath leaves and we can't even cry.

yes, Wagner and the storm intermix with the wine as nights like this run up my wrists and up into my head and back down into the gut

having nothing to struggleagainstthey have nothing to strugglefor.

the gods play nofavorites.

the gods seldomgivebut so quicklytake.

she slammed the door andwas gone.I looked at the closed doorand at the doorknoband strangelyI didn't feelalone.

the worst thing, " he told me, "is bitterness, people end up sobitter.

I see a brightportionunder the overhead lightthat shades intodarknessand then into darkerdarknessand I can't see beyond that.

I believe that to be the world's greatest livingwriterthere must be somethingterribly wrong with you.I don't even want to be the world's greatestdead writer.just being dead would be fairenough.

I paid, got up, walkedto the door, openedit.I heard the mansay, "that guy'snuts."out on the street Iwalked northfeelingcuriouslyhonored.

There are times when we stop, we sit still. We listen and breezes from a whole other world begin to whisper.

Everything shall pass way, only books will remain.

What you were singing about was believable and convincing, that's the key to a great singer.

Age is just a number, maturity is a choice.

The lazy man aims at nothing, and generally hits it.

I listened to country music my whole life. I started writing music when I was a teenager. It all came out country.

Going after the unknown is always fascinating, I think. It becomes part of your life, this desire to know.

There is everything you know and there is everything that happens. When the two do not line up, you make a choice.

You can be for something and still be damaged by it.

I sit in my new room and write everything down. My heart never stops talking.