The Only Music I Don't Like Is

You Have To Know That Your Real Home Is Within.

Some Summers My Father Would Take Us Down To Visit Our Grandmother In Louisville, Who Was An Ex-slave, Susan Jones, And She Had A Shotgun Shack They Call It, And No Electricity, A Well In The Back, A Coal Stove, Kerosene Lamps.

Did You Know You Would Become As Successful As You Have? Hell, No. But You Know What? You Were Prepared, Baby.

The Act Of Multitrack Recording Is The Act Of Arranging.

I Was The Most Subtle Person In The World.