You know what I think? If I am tired now, I don't mind, because I have eternity to rest.

When I began, the guitar was en-closed in a vicious circle. There were no composers writing for the guitar, be-cause there were no virtuoso guitarists.

I've had only three wives and three guitars in my life, though I've flirted with others.

It is impossible to feign mastery of an instrument, however skillful the impostor may be.

The guitar is a small orchestra. It is polyphonic. Every string is a different color, a different voice.

When I started to play with my fingernails, it was not just for volume. The most important thing was giving the guitar different colors in its voices.

Electric guitars are an abomination, whoever heard of an electric violin? An electric cello? Or for that matter an electric singer?