I have enough love to last me a lifetime! Thank God I'll never lose my imagination and my passion. That's really what it is. I'm still passionate about what I do.

You never know where a blessing can come from.

I play guitar, piano, bass and percussion.

Overall my race hasn't been a problem. I'm a black artist with white skin. At the end of the day you have to sing what's in your own soul.

I try to keep my ear to the streets without sacrificing who I am as an artist. If a song needs a drum machine I'll use a drum machine. If it needs a drummer, I'll use a real drummer.

I always try to be a trend setter. That's what I always tell young people when I'm giving them advice. To go with their heart and don't follow the trends.

OK, so truth hurts - but what else does truth do?

I would walk down the hall with my guitar and play for anyone that would listen. As a young kid I was really driven and I was going to make it happen no matter what.

I still have a passion for the music, which is such a beautiful thing. I still wake up in the middle of the night out of a dream and have a melody in my head, and run to my piano.

I dont plan on stopping anytime soon.

My first album came out in 1979.

There is no greater freedom than the freedom to desire. There is no greater desire than the desire to be free.

Drunken Master (the first one). If I hadn't seen this movie, I would never have come up with Dragonball.

It is those who have the distinction of privilege who set the standards of disgust with failure.

I have a real thing for Mexican directors. And I love Guillermo del Toro and Alejandro Gonzalez Inarritu.

I don't have any home. Everyone I grew up with, my family, are all dead. So I feel kind of like a ghost. I'm more interested in the past.

If true love were only about feelings, Jesus would have been hugged to death for our redemption. Thank God for His cross this and every day.

The purpose that you wish to find in life, like a cure you seek, is not going to fall from the sky. ...I believe purpose is something for which one is responsible; it's not just divinely assigned.

I can still hear my mother wailing over some new kitchen crisis, "Oh God," and my father answering cozily from the silo, "Were you calling me, dear?

Man becomes a slave to his constantly repeated acts. What he at first chooses, at last compels.

Analogy is even slipperier than logic.