Everybody wants to go to Heaven, but no one wants to die to get there!

My mother was a very beautiful lady, I thought. She was very good to me. I guess - she died when I was nine and a half, but if she had lived I probably wouldn't be trying to play guitar. She wanted me to be known, but as something else. Not a guitar player.

Elvis, he was unique. And he loved the blues, it was a pity he didn't do more.

It just seemed to me that the way I played was nice. I could hear it myself.

I'm self-taught. But I finally learned that they was having little shows or night dances or whatever you call them at little juke joints not far from where I lived, and I used to go there. They wouldn't let me play inside, but I could sit outside on the weekends, when it wasn't raining or something.

If you want to be a good blues singer, people are going to be down on you, so dress like you're going to the bank to borrow money.

Music is good for everybody. They say it soothes the savage beast. Well, I think theirs a beast in all of us. So let's get some more music and soothe all the beasts out there.