My prayer to the Lord every day, is this-I have been a great sinner. I do not deserve Heaven. Let me stay here.

Sometimes one is without the pleasure of playing. But when the silence of the audience is perfect, we recover that.

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.

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

I was my own teacher and pupil, in a comradeship so firm and persevering that the most trying incidents of my life served only to strengthen the union.

I belong to the scarce minority of artists who work in good faith, around whom the phenomenal world vanishes, as it happens to the mystics when they give themselves to prayer.

Among God's creatures two, the dog and the guitar, have taken all the sizes and all the shapes, in order not to be separated from the man.