It’s like my whole life never happened, When I see you, it’s as if I never had a thought. I know this dream, it might be crazy, But it’s the only one I’ve got.
The sun’s not yellow, its chicken!
Don’t criticize what you can’t understand.
I’m mortified to be on the stage, but then again, it’s the only place where I’m happy.
I see through your brain like I see through the water that runs down the drain.
I never saw myself as a folk singer.
I started writing songs after I heard Hank Williams.
I love Country Music but what happened to it?
I saw ten thousand talkers whose tongues were all broken, I saw guns and sharp swords in the hands of young children, And it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard, It’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall.
Everything from toy guns that spark To flesh-colored Christs that glow in the dark It’s easy to see without looking too far That not much is really sacred.
I don’t think I’m tangible to myself.
Having these colossal accolades and titles, they get in the way.
What good are fans? You can’t eat applause for breakfast. You can’t sleep with it.
I felt like I might as well have been living in another part of the solar system.
I can’t stand to see myself on television.
I’m not a playwright.
I’m not the kind of cat that’s going to cut off an ear if I can’t do something.
Mona Lisa must have had the highway blues; you can tell by the way she smiles.
Can you please crawl out your window? Use your arms and your legs, it won’t ruin you.
I paint mostly from real life. It has to start with that. Real people, real street scenes, behind the curtain scenes, live models, paintings, photographs, staged setups, architecture, grids, graphic design. Whatever it takes to make it work.