I love you, rotten, Delicious rottenness. ...wonderful are the hellish experiences, Orphic, delicate Dionysos of the Underworld.

Let me be candid, my party is full of racists

Let's go to Valhalla with the sun on our faces.

All artists are constantly looking for something and they don't always know what.

This is my genre...the happiness, tragedies, and the sorrows of mankind as realized in the teeming black ghetto.

And it is not necessary to have great things to do. I turn my little omelette in the pan for the love of God.

If you're too open-minded; your brains will fall out.

I would describe my work as expressionist. The expressionist point of view is stressing your own feelings about something.

To worship God in truth is to recognize Him for being who He is, and to recognize ourselves for what we are.

If I don't have anything to do all day, I might not even put my pants on.

We ought not to be weary of doing little things for the love of God, who regards not the greatness of the work, but the love with which it is performed.

The delights of reading impart the vivacity of youth even to old age.

Our thoughts and our mind-sets greatly affect our perception of what life is really about

Jealousy is like a hot pepper. Use it mildly, and you add spice to the relationship. Use too much of it and it can burn.

Above all else, I had learned the one thing every person has to learn to make it through life: the only person you can truly count on is yourself.

Luck is opportunity meeting up with preparation. So you must prepare yourself to be lucky.

Once trapped in the belief that you are a victim, you surrender your birthright to compete for the prizes of life.

Music has always felt very real to me.

To have the recognition of your colleagues is great. The public attention is a mixed blessing.

Your inner being is he who men call God.

Bill Dickey is learning me his experience.