I Think America Concedes That True American

Life Is Like A Trumpet - If You Don't Put Anything Into It, You Don't Get Anything Out Of It.

With A Guitar I Would Be Able To Express The Things I Felt In Sounds.

You Can Never Tell What's In A Woman's Mind, And If She's From Harlem, There's No Use O' Tryin

A Lean, Loose-jointed Negro Had Commenced Plunking A Guitar Beside Me While I Slept. His Clothes Were Rags; His Feet Peeped Out Of His Shoes. His Face Had On It Some Of The Sadness Of The Ages. As He Played, He Pressed A Knife On The Strings Of The Guitar In A Manner Popularized By Hawaiian Guitarists Who Used Steel Bars. The Effect Was Unforgettable.

My Big Ears Indicated A Talent For Music. This Thrilled Me.