I never imagined I'd meet Berry Gordy who told me when he first heard me sing, "You know, your singing's okay, but I like your harmonica playing better."

Hate knows that love is the cure.

For did my dreams come true when I looked at you. And maybe too, if you would believe, you too might be overjoyed, over loved, over me.

I know there are thousands of images of me.

Those yesterdreams were just a cruel and foolish game we used to play, yester-me, yester-you, yesterday.

Kenny Burrell is a great musician and his music has helped to make me what I am today.

If you don't ask, you don't get.