Ron Thompson, he's my main man!

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.

We have no control over the future. We can only make the most of the present.

The final lesson a writer learns is that everything can nourish the writer.

Our great civilization, here in America and across the civilized world has come upon a moment of reckoning.

What's the use of having developed a science well enough to make predictions if, in the end, all we're willing to do is stand around and wait for them to come true?

Medical practice is not knitting and weaving and the labor of the hands, but it must be inspired with soul and be filled with understanding and equipped with the gift of keen observation . . .

I know all about endings. It is beginnings that elude me.

Statistics may be defined as the discipline concerned with the treatment of numerical data derived from groups of individuals.

To float like a cloud you have to go to the trouble of becoming one.

Everything is backwards now, like out there is the true world, and in here is the dream.

I daydreamed that when you grow up there are more bullies and how wonderful that would be if it were true, but, it's not.