I've got a very behind-the-scenes personality. I don't know how I became a performer. I like to stay discreet, out of the public eye, very low-key.

Who told you I was a musician?

The blues ain't nothing but a good man feelin' bad.

I extract what I consider the best material from different sources. But often the material I perform comes from a very strange location in history, which are minstrel shows.

I'm sad and blue, about nobody but you. I told you that I loved you right from the start, you told me the same and now you try to break my little heart.

The only thing that interests me is history - reviewing the past and making something out of it.

Lonesome. Lonesome. I know what it means. Here all by my lonesome, dreaming empty dreams. Weary. Weary at the close of day, wondering if tomorrow brings me joy or sorrow.

The silence between the notes is the good part for me. I find that to be a very important part of music that is often lacking.

It can even be a single note which defines the entire song.

What I do and what I record only work for the moment.

There's a little Christmas in all of us, I guess. Even in me.

He started to wonder if maybe they had been raptured while he was in school. He always worried the Lord would show up when he wasn't around. Or when he was on the toilet, taking care of a number two.

Nothing says you care like sending someone a kitten.

Christ--the quickest way to send a bloke mad is to let him go on re-fighting his war till he gets it right.

I don't have time for a job that doesn't leave me time to be quiet or still or to pray.

I want to remind everyone what we're fighting for and who we are fighting for.

The secret of success is doing something you love, doing it well and being recognized for it

I love the idea that if you build something with enough depth and texture, you can watch it again and again and see new things every time, and that's very important.

It was possible that I'd thrown one too many Molotov cocktails over God's fence.

I prefer the mystic clouds of nostalgia to the real thing, to be honest.

For an America of wisdom that honors the family, knowing that if the family goes, so goes our civilization.