If there's anyone in space, what they'll learn about the human race will be listening to us talking on the car phone.

But in my imagination this whole thing developed and I started mixing up old folk songs with the Beatles beat and taking them down to Greenwich Village and playing them for the people there.

Well, I guess that early 12 string. The first Martin I bought. I bought it around 1957 with money I earned as a janitor assistant. I bought brand new. I still have that.

He blew his mind out in a caaaar.

I don't really collect guitars.

Man has tried his suicide with bigotry and hate, but in the end he'll kill himself with nothing but his waste.

I play a couple basic folks songs and break them down. I did that on a six string. I can't recall all the songs on it. There's some finger picking on it.

How many years will you crawl through this castle, so satisfied and still wanting more?

Leadbelly's guitar is in the Rock n' Roll Hall of Fame.

Im not attracted to expensive things.

Once I've written a song, I sometimes refine them.

Of course the fall semester didn’t start for another eight weeks or so. There was always a chance we were both being overly optimistic in thinking I’d be alive when it rolled around.

I think every beautiful tale in the world hides the truth and reveals it little by little.

I'm the type of person, I cross the bridges once I get to 'em. I don't try to plan my life three, four months in advance, because you don't know if tomorrow's promised to you.

Struck dead by an angel of God! Yet the angel must hang!

Torn' is hopeful. It's a book that meets you in your pain and shows you how to move forward with life and in your walk with God.

I want to show you that you can be funny and hot. You can drink and read. People are still getting used to what I am.

It’s not lying, it’s flirting.

I think everybody focuses on race, but it's about a ton of things, and I just see these things as all interrelated and all interwoven in a weird way.

Maybe they should go back to wooden sticks.

If only all the contradictory voices shouting in my head would calm down and sing a song in unison, whatever it was I wouldn't care as long as they sang without dissonance.