I went down to my baby's house and I sit down on her steps. She said, now come on in now, you know, my husband just left.

The blues had a baby and they called it rock and roll.

Of course that was my idol, Son House. I think he did a lot for the Mississippi slide down there.

I stone got crazy when I saw somebody run down them strings with a bottleneck. My eyes lit up like a Christmas tree and I said that I had to learn.

If you got something you don't want other people to know, keep it in your pocket.

Man, you don't know how I felt that afternoon when I heard that VOICE and it was my own VOICE.

Find me playing till sunrise for 50 cents and a sandwich.

My blues are so simple, but so few people can play it right

At night in the country, you'd be surprised how that music carries. You could hear my guitar way before you get to the house, and you could hear the peoples hollerin' and screamin'.

I been in the blues all my life. I'm still delivering 'cause I got a long memory.

I was messing around with the harmonica... but I was 13 before I got a real good note out of it.

What most people do is try to find a comfortable persona that they're in alignment with and the public likes and appreciates them for.

The aim of art is to project an inner vision into the world.

I don't think that Donald Trump is a conservative. In fact, you go on Fox News, and half the people say he is and half say he isn't.

Wounds cannot be cured without searching.

Before the Civil War, the Southern states were selling a lot of cotton to England and didn't seem to mind British occupation. By and large, the Revolutionary War wasn't at all great for business.

What can be found equal to modesty, uncorrupt faith, the sister of justice, and undisguised truth?

When people come to play music as they do to play bridge, civilization will have taken the longest stride forward since the beginning of time.

There's nothing you can know that isn't known.

To be a critic, you have to have maybe three percent education, five percent intelligence, two percent style, and 90 percent gall and egomania in equal parts.

How does St. Joseph exercise his role as protector? Discreetly, humbly and silently, but with an unfailing presence and utter fidelity, even when he finds it hard to understand.