You Can't Copy Anybody And End With

So I Asked Him To Play "trav'lin' All Alone." That Came Closer Than Anything To The Way I Felt. And Some Part Of It Must Have Come Across. The Whole Joint Quieted Down. If Someone Had Dropped A Pin, It Would Have Sounded Like A Bomb. When I Finished, Everybody In The Joint Was Crying In Their Beer, And I Picked Thirty-eight Bucks Up Off The Floor. . . . When I Showed Mom The Money For The Rent And Told Her I Had A Regular Job Singing For Eighteen Dollars A Week, She Could Hardly Believe It.

God Has Blessed You When He Lets You Believe In Somebody.

If Nobody Can Learn From The Past, Then There's No Point In Raking It Up.

All Dope Can Do For You Is Kill You... The Long Hard Way. And It Can Kill The People You Love Right Along With You.

The Blues To Me Is Like Being Very Sad, Very Sick, Going To Church, Being Very Happy ... It's Sort Of A Mixed Up Thing. You Just Have To Feel It.