When blackness was a virtue and the road was full of mud, I came in from the wilderness, a creature void of form.

I have tried my hand at bribery, blackmail, and deceit. And I've served time for everything, cept beggin on the street.

I just try to understand that tomorrow is another day.

If you told the truth, that was all well and good and if you told the un-truth, well, that's still well and good. Folk songs had taught me that.

There are a lot of places I like, but I like New Orleans better.

Ah, current music. What would that be? Ah, really, a lot of it sounds defective to me. It makes me restless.

There are many here among us who feel that life is but a joke. But you and I, we've been through that, and this is not our fate, so let us not talk falsely now, the hour is getting late.