You Make Your Mistakes To Learn How

I've Always Thought That A Big Laugh Is A Really Loud Noise From The Soul Saying, "ain't That The Truth."

A Song Should Have All The Color And Beauty Of Every Rose.

The Climate In The '50s And '60s For Black Performers Or Black People In The Entertainment Business Was Atrocious. It Was Atrocious.

Editing While You're Writing Is Like Strangling The Baby In The Crib.

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.