Be kind to the living.

God is the color of water. Water doesn't have a color.

I asked her if I was black or white. She replied "You are a human being. Educate yourself or you'll be a nobody!

You have to choose between what the world expects of you and what you want for yourself.

Writing for me is cutting out the fat and getting to the meaning.

First person narrative is a very effective tool but you have to know as a writer how to make it work.

If you have the material it will form itself as a kind of connective tissue.

People don't realize you're blowing over changes, time changes, harmony, different keys. I mark a point in my solo where it's got to peak at point D I go to A, B, C D then I'm home.

I come to the understanding that maybe what was on the inside was more important, and that your outer covering didn't count so much as folks thought it did, colored or white, man or woman.

I put headlights in Ford vans. I still drive a Ford.

It is hard to find romance in the present because there's nothing left to the imagination.

As rice grows riper, the lower it bows its head. Never lose your humility while you grow.

Student journeys which were important to me were Sicily, Greece, and Egypt, where I really saw these buildings, and that is where you're able to grasp what things mean.

I'm one of those people that thinks things happen for a reason, and you just have to look for the reason.

People are like plants: They grow; they change every day.

Life is set up to bring you every needed situation in its own right time.

This world is not the sum total of God's resources -- on the contrary, it is only the 'dream,' the probation, the prelude of the true world, the true life.

It is especially difficult for modern people to conceive that our modern, scientific age might not be an improvement over the prescientific period.

Of course I'm not a racist, but I'm certainly right wing, there's no question about that.

There’s a day that is coming when all the last will be first and every orphan will be home.

All of our saddest songs have somewhere in them at least a glimmer of resolve - Street Spirit has no resolve. It is the dark tunnel without the light at the end.