I don't write my music for Sony. I write it for the people who are screaming down the road crying to a full-blast stereo.
I don't have a special place or ritual for writing songs, basically I write songs whenever an idea hits me, in my hotel room, on the road, in the plane.
Musicals are written and then rewritten. Those things used to happen on the road. Now they are done in New York during preview performances.
I plead for leniency. I understand that the road to redemption is going to be long for me.
When I'm off the road, my husband and I recharge our batteries. It's a day of deep rest and connection with the spiritual, and that can be anything - going for a walk in nature, being in silence, burning incense.
The dragon sits by the side of the road, watching those who pass. Beware lest he devour you. We go to the Father of Souls, but it is necessary to pass by the dragon.
Sometimes you find your destiny on the road you took to avoid it.
Reality is never more than a first step towards an unknown on the road to which one can never progress very far.
When you're on the road, you have to be louder and you have to communicate. That's really the bottom line.
Four rehabs meant a fifth was somewhere down the road.
Either lead or follow, but please don’t block the road for those who move forward
I'm on this road for the rest of my life.
. . . every man on the planet Has just as much right as yourself to the road.
I think it would be bizarre to pick somebody to speak at the convention based on their sexual preference, because once you go down that road, why don't you pick a transvestite?
I spent well over a year on the road with Sarah Vaughn. That was amazing.
Take the high road, there's a lot less traffic up there.
Shall I redirect my life's journey because down some side road might be some trifle I'm entitled to?
America's Facebook generation shows a submission to standardization that I haven't seen before. The American adventure has always been about people forgetting their former selves - Samuel Clemens became Mark Twain, Jack Kerouac went on the road. If they had a Facebook page, they wouldn't have been able to forget their former selves.
There was a sense of being taken on a journey by the grandmaster of the road trip. You feel this weird angel taking you somewhere. You don't know where, but you trust him.
Does the road wind up-hill all the way? Yes, to the very end.