Groups are corporations now. They have pension plans. Musicians have saw the daylight.

The blues tells a story. Every line of the blues has a meaning.

I don't play a lot of fancy guitar. I don't want to play it. The kind of guitar I want to play is mean, mean licks.

When I die, they'll bury the blues with me. But the blues will never die.

I don't do nothin’ I don't want to do.

I don't think about time. You're here when you're here. I think about today, staying in tune.

The one thing the blues don't get is the backing and pushing of TV and radio like a lot of this garbage you hears. They choke stuff down people's throat so they got no choice but to listen to it.

No matter what you got, the blues is there

It's never hard to sing the blues. Everyone in the world has the blues . . .

I remember back in Detroit, I used to go to the Apex Bar every night after I got off work. The bartender there used to call me Boom Boom. I don't know why, but he did.

I hitchhiked, took trucks 'n' trains - anything that would pick me up. I stopped in Memphis for about six months and they found me and come got me. Stayed about a month an' split again.

What keeps you confident in a healthy way is knowing that everyone else around you is going to support you and teach you and you're going to learn from them. I just feel open to learning from people.

...it wasn't for the love of a man that she took those chances, but for the love of a horse.

Old men declare war because they have failed to solve complex political and economic problems.

We have the world's best military, even though he (President Barack Obama) has done everything he can to diminish it.

If I have any advice to anybody it's this: take up watercolor painting.

Somebody that comes and dumps a brand-new album on me and doesn't play the old stuff, I'm pissed!

Nonsense! The most hopelessly stupid man is he who is not aware that he is wise.

Openness isn't the end. It's the beginning.

A good novel is a conjunction of many factors, the main of which is without a doubt, hard work.

A mother is neither cocky, nor proud, because she knows the school principal may call at any minute to report that her child had just driven a motorcycle through the gymnasium.