I don't have half the nerves there that I have anywhere else.

I just managed to convince my grandmother that it was a worth while that was something to do, you know, and when I did finally get the guitar, it didn't seem that difficult to me, to be able to make a good noise out of it.

Music became a healer for me.

At first the music almost repelled me, it was so intense, and this man made no attempt to sugarcoat what he was trying to say, or play. It was hard-core, more than anything I had ever heard. After a few listenings I realized that, on some level, I had found the master, and that following this man's example would be my life's work.

I'm an egomaniac with an inferiority complex.

When I'm wrong it's never meant for you, so don't confuse my love with what I do.

You can't mastermind everything. You'll go crazy. Just show up and play.