What Goes Around, Comes Around.

I Think Most Art Comes Out Of Poverty And Hard Times.

My Sister Played The Piano. She’s Two Years Older Than Me, And I Always Wanted To Play Something. So My Grandmother Got The Guitar For Me, And Showed Me A Couple Of Chords To Start Off. And Then I Got Me A Book. Next Thing You Know, I Was Playing Along With Sister.

I Think Innately Knew That Music Draws People Together And That Good Music Is Liked By Almost Everybody.

Be Gentle With Your Words - You Can't Take Them Back.

If You've Made Your Own Hell, Then Only You Have The Power To Escape It.