Anxiety and spiritual searching have been consistent themes with me, and that figures into my worldview. But I tend to make my songs sound like relationship songs.

If you remember me, then I don’t care if everyone else forgets.

Marriage is a wonderful institution, but who wants to live in an institution?

For me, one of the toughest things about Valentine’s Day is that it gets geared up as the day to profess your love. See, T-E-S-T – that’s a bad word that doesn’t go with L-O-V-E.

No man wants to settle down. It happens. Eventually you’re going to bump into somebody that makes you go, ‚Hmm, I don’t mind seeing this person every day.‘

If I love you, what business is it of yours?

My lyrics are generated by various peculiar processes. Very random and similar to automatic writing.

I always wanted to be a father and thought it would be great, but it just took the right woman and the right time to make it all happen.

You don’t want to live your life and then meet someone. You want to share your life with someone. That’s what I’m missing right now.

Love does not begin and end the way we seem to think it does. Love is a battle, love is a war; love is a growing up.

I write my own songs. I made my own videos. I pick my producers. Nothing goes out without my permission. It’s all authentic.

Choose your life’s mate carefully. From this one decision will come 90 percent of all your happiness or misery.

You can’t trust very many people.

I tended to place my wife under a pedestal.

The more I grow in popularity, the lonelier it gets. Because you don’t really know me. You just know this part of me. You fell in love with that. But it’s way more intricate than what meets the surface.

It makes no sense to worry about things you have no control over because there’s nothing you can do about them, and why worry about things you do control? The activity of worrying keeps you immobilized.

For me, writing a song, I sit down and the process doesn’t really involve me thinking about the demographic of people I’m trying to hit or who I want to be able to relate to the song or what genre of music it falls under.

I want kids. I want a soccer team, and I want a husband.

He who loves 50 people has 50 woes; he who loves no one has no woes.

My partner Donald Trump says that married couples should always have a prenuptial agreement. True, a prenuptial is important if one partner is much richer than the other before marriage, but Kim and I don’t have one.

I’ll tell you one thing, since I’m married, single people look absolutely ridiculous to me.

Love is a gross exaggeration of the difference between one person and everybody else.

Every bad situation is a blues song waiting to happen.

I’ve been careful in love. I’ve been careless in love. And I’ve had adventures I wouldn’t trade for anything.

He knows my limitations and where I’m a good wife and a good mom.

I used to sing songs and write with my uncle, Bill Owens.

Sometimes I’ve been to a party where no one spoke to me for a whole evening. The men, frightened by their wives or sweeties, would give me a wide berth. And the ladies would gang up in a corner to discuss my dangerous character.

What some call health, if purchased by perpetual anxiety about diet, isn’t much better than tedious disease.

I’ve told Billy if I ever caught him cheating, I wouldn’t kill him because I love his children and they need a dad. But I would beat him up. I know where all of his sports injuries are.

There are more things to alarm us than to harm us, and we suffer more often in apprehension than reality.

My dad was the town drunk. Most of the time that’s not so bad; but New York City?

I never wanted to write the sort of song that said, ‚Look at how abnormal and crazy and out there I am, man!‘

Who, being loved, is poor?

No one loves the man whom he fears.

I don’t eat with beautiful women alone.

Constant kindness can accomplish much. As the sun makes ice melt, kindness causes misunderstanding, mistrust, and hostility to evaporate.

Love is of all passions the strongest, for it attacks simultaneously the head, the heart and the senses.

In my songs, I’m not saying something that’s never been said before. The have lyrics aren’t going to blow people away. It’s the emotion and the melody that drive it home.

To be intimate with a married man, when my own father cheated on my mother, is not something I could forgive. I could not look at myself in the morning if I did that. I wouldn’t be attracted to a man who would cheat on his wife.

I don’t think there’s an option for me to fall in love slowly or at medium speed. I either do, or I don’t.

A noble person attracts noble people, and knows how to hold on to them.

When women kiss it always reminds one of prize fighters shaking hands.

It no longer bothers me that I may be constantly searching for father figures; by this time, I have found several and dearly enjoyed knowing them all.

I think the perfection of love is that it’s not perfect.

I don’t like people going behind my back.

Make yourself necessary to somebody.

I’m drawn to bad romances.

A family shares hardships and a connected history.

Few are drawn to the person whom others avoid and neglect; people gather around those who have already attracted interest.

Put your hand on a hot stove for a minute and it seems like an hour. Sit with a pretty girl for an hour, and it seems like a minute.

Remember that no relationship is a total waste of time. You can always learn something about yourself.

Love does not dominate; it cultivates.

Life cannot subsist in society but by reciprocal concessions.

People like to hear the word ‚love.‘

I know that I’m not the easiest person to live with. The challenge I put on myself is so great that the person I live with feels himself challenged. I bring a lot to bear, and I don’t know how not to.

Wives are young men’s mistresses, companions for middle age, and old men’s nurses.

Family and friendships are two of the greatest facilitators of happiness.

There are always people always asking you for something. But I feel like I have a foundation. I have a supporting cast where it doesn’t bother me too much.

What the heck is true love? I remember feeling, back when I was 12 and ‚going‘ with this girl, ‚Is this true love?‘

I’m a girls‘ girl. I have guy friends, but the problem with having guy friends is, like, I always get linked to them, and they’ll end up in a slideshow of people I’ve apparently dated on the Internet.

A woman can bring a new love to each man she loves, providing there are not too many.