I’m so uncomfortable wearing colors in public. I really am. Even denim. If I’ve got a day off in a town, I want to go out for a walk I’ll put on denim. But almost everything I’ve got the black on.

Deep in the heart of the infinite darkness, a tiny blue marble is spinning through space. Born in the splendor of God’s holy vision, and sliding away like a tear down his face.

God’s the final judge for Elvis Presley and Johnny Cash too. That’s solely in the hands of God.

I start a lot more songs than I finish, because I realize when I get into them, they’re no good. I don’t throw them away, I just put them away, store them, get them out of sight.

No matter how much you’ve sinned, no matter how much you’ve stumbled, no matter how much you fall, no matter how far you’ve got from God, don’t give up. You can still be redeemed. As someone says, keep the faith.

I’m thankful for the sea breeze that feels so good right now, and the scent of jasmine when the sun starts going down.

My daddy left home when I was three and he didn’t leave much to Ma and me, just this old guitar and an empty bottle of booze.

So we raise her up every morning, we take her down every night, we don’t let her touch the ground and we fold her up right. On second thought, I do like to brag ’cause I’m mighty proud of the Ragged Old Flag.

I wear black because I’m comfortable in it. But then in the summertime when it’s hot I’m comfortable in light blue.

Some gal would giggle and I’d get red, and some guy’d laugh and I’d bust his head. I tell ya, life ain’t easy for a boy named Sue.