I read a story about some old opera singer once, and when a guy asked her to marry him, she took him backstage after she had sung a real triumph, with all the people calling for her, asked, 'Do you think you could give me that?' That story hit me right, man. I know no guy ever made me feel as good as an audience. I'm really far into this now, really committed. Like, I don't think I'd go off the road for long now, for life with a guy no matter how good. Yeah, it's the truth. Scary thing to say though, isn't it?

You know you've got it, if it makes you feel good.

People, whether they know it or not, like their blues singers miserable. They like their blues singers to die afterwards.

I read, I painted, I didn't hate niggers.

If I hold back, I'm no good. I'm no good. I'd rather be good sometimes, than holding back all the time.

I would trade all my tomorrow's for one single yesterday.

In my insides, it really hurts if someone doesn't like me. It's silly.