I've met every freak in the business.

I've always thought that a big laugh is a really loud noise from the soul saying, "Ain't that the truth."

My son is a hip-hop producer.

Some summers my father would take us down to visit our grandmother in Louisville, who was an ex-slave, Susan Jones, and she had a shotgun shack they call it, and no electricity, a well in the back, a coal stove, kerosene lamps.

A song should have all the color and beauty of every rose.

I was reading Omar Khayyam, Kahlil Gibran, Rumi, L. Ron Hubbard, all sorts of philosophy. Bebop cats are like that. Curious. I wanted to know about everything.

Editing while you're writing is like strangling the baby in the crib.