I have reason to be shy. I've been hurt plenty.

Whenever I played Columbus, Ohio, I dropped in to see my close friend, a medium who had mysterious powers. Her Indian guide was Mohawk.

The big compliment came from the beer drinkers who didn't know me. They wouldn't drink or move when I sang. If they had their glasses in mid-air, the glasses wouldn't come down.

I am somebody cause God don't make no junk

Though I was a Catholic, I recognized that Protestant churches had something.

My father came back one day and forced my mother to submit to him. He raped her, holding a knife.

If whites bored me, it was because they bored themselves. They seemed to get little fun out of life and were desperately lonely.