The moon was sharp enough to draw blood from a stone

In terms of black music - the only music that we can call our own, that was really born here - I don't think a lot has been done to chronicle the relations between American history and where black music fits in.

Everything is explained now. We live in an age when you say casually to somebody 'What's the story on that?' and they can run to the computer and tell you within five seconds. That's fine, but sometimes I’d just as soon continue wondering. We have a deficit of wonder right now.

My friends think I'm ugly, I gotta masculine face.

I sold a quart of blood and bought a half a pint of scotch

There's a place down the street; Seven Xs. What does that mean? Maybe it's... girls without skin.

I was born in the back seat of a Yellow Cab in a hospital loading zone and with the meter still running. I emerged needing a shave and shouted 'Time Square, and step on it!'