For his sake I'm sorry that Robert Johnson sold his soul to the devil, but for our sake and the sake of music I'm glad he did.

There is a lot of music in the world that I love that does not always get the appropriate exposure.

I have no perspective as regards my work. One reason I put out records and books is people respond to it, and it enables you to actually see the work more clearly. It's a form of therapy for me. Sometimes abusive therapy.

When I do have time to work on music, I'm kind of selfish, and would rather work on my own stuff than someone else's.

God has taken his chosen people, the problem being you are the only non-chosen person.

If I were to be really petulant, I would say New York is the one doing the betraying. Because the New York I fell in love with doesn't really exist anymore.

One simple word: ugh. Is something still considered a conspiracy if it's played out right under our noses?