There was a time in American history when almost every white person knew who Aretha Franklin was.

I think you create your own hipness.

But my attitude about it is I have miles to go before I sleep.

The line between greatness and obscurity is very, very small.

Life is too short to harbor any hostilities towards anybody.

In the last couple of years I've been picking up my guitar again.

I mean, on the food chain, do instruments really rate? I don't think so.

I adore being with Roberta. I adore being in her spiritual light. I adore being close to her talent and gifts.

I have to choose songs that represent my personality.

I never want to fake it. That's my whole thing.

Trends don't mean very much to me. They come, they go, they turn around.

She's not quite making sense, but no one does all the time.

If you are struggling to get something then you should prepare your mind as you are almost reaching out there.

I stay in tune with my family and God.

You have a number of choices. You could continue to always fight against people who are really distractions. They're people in the cheap seats of life. Or you can do what you went there to do.

As we learn we always change, and so our perception. This changed perception then becomes a new Teacher inside each of us.

One could not always put safety up front as the prime goal. Do that, and who would ever achieve anything of note?

Art is, from any point of view, the greatest of risks.

Combinatorialists and analysts always have different names for everything, in order to keep themselves from interacting.

So is the savage buffalo, especially delighting in dark places, where he can wallow in the mud and slake his thirst without much trouble; and here also we find the wild pig.

You assume that it has to be a male god who finds a human female attractive? How sexist is that?