I must have been heavily schizophrenic all my life. The me who hears what the other me can't play is the dominant one.

I wanted to be able to play guitar. I wanted to be able to make music hurt.

In 1940 I came across a record by Jimmy Yancey. I can't say how important that record is. From then on, all I wanted to do was play the blues.

I had always intended to make a living out of playing blues. But I never admitted it to myself. I don't suppose I could have given a logical reason for it ever becoming possible to do so.

Every musical movement that is big enough has to produce some good musicians who wouldn't have had the incentive to start playing without it.

The parallel development in American blues to the British movement has resulted in Johnny Winters.

I'm a compulsive musician, but it's also a bloody good way out of having to do anything else.