I was just tapped on the shoulder from above and told to write these songs, as opposed to wanting to be a success in the music business.

I'm the mold that grunge was grown in.

I’d like to write some songs that are so good that nobody understands them. Not even myself.

I just need an overwhelming amount of love. And a nap. Mostly a nap.

All of a sudden there’s a song – there in your hotel room playing your guitar – and you write it, and two or three years later it will come true. It keeps you on your toes.

Well I was born a rambler friends, and I intend to die that way. It could be twenty years from now it could be most any day. But if there ain’t no whiskey and wimen lord behind those heavenly doors, I’m gonna take my chances down below and of that you can be sure.

Now the dark air is like fire on my skin, And even the moonlight is blinding.

There’s only two kinds of music: the blues and zippety doo-dah.

I don’t know why I write really depressing songs. I’m a kind of melancholy guy, I suppose. But I figure I’m about normal.

I don’t think you can ever do your best. Doing your best is a process of trying to do your best.