When I got sick this past summer, I couldn't - my mind just wasn't on music. The rest of the band understood. But once October came, I felt ready to get back again.

Once I retire and slow down, I don't want to be in New York. I want to be somewhere near a lake or a pond, so that on my days when I have nothing to do, I can go fishing.

You know a man can play the part of a saint just so long for a day comes when his true, his true self unfolds.

I miss my hair, but I feel like going out there with some fake braids wouldn't be right. I want to be the most genuine performer I can be.

God's eye is on a sparrow. And I know - oh, yes, I know he watches over me...

I'm going to keep on keeping on as long as I've got my health and strength, and God gives me that will to do it.

I'm singing, you know, because I'm happy and I'm free.