I got Sonny up to Harlem, and we started street playin' in New York. We did that for three or four years and survived. We brought it back to the streets again.

When somebody blazes a path to a highway that never end, you should appreciate 'em some.

Anywhere I'm wanted, I'll go. I've got to be wanted, though.

My guitar was loud as hell, and I had no sympathy for anybody else.

I never had the blues; the blues always had me.

I was playing with steel picks on a steel guitar, and there was no amplification needed.

Logically, when you talkin' about folk music and blues, you find out it's music of just plain people.