“So far I’ve been very, very fortunate because it appears that people like to hear the music I like to play. What more fortunate position can a musician be in?”

Just because you play bass, doesn’t mean you have no presence.

I really wasn’t needed. Just straightening up riffs, that’s all. Just two guitarists doing it instead of one.

You can’t overthink the music. Mood and intensity can’t be manufactured. The blues isn’t about structure; it’s what you bring to it. The spontaneity of capturing a specific moment is what drives it.

I’m still searching for an angel with a broken wing. It’s not very easy to find them these days.

I can communicate far better on a guitar than I can through my mouth.

I may not believe in myself, but I believe in what I’m doing.

I’m very fortunate because I love what I’m doing.

You can’t just find yourself doing something and not happy doing it.

I’ve never regretted anything I’ve ever done.

I always thought the good thing about the guitar was that they didn’t teach it in school.

I will still carry on changing all the time.

You don’t find geniuses in street musicians, but that doesn’t mean to say you can’t be really good.

A lot of people can’t be on their own. They get frightened. Isolation doesn’t bother me at all. It gives me a sense of security.

I always felt if we were going in to do an album, there should already be a lot of structure already made up so we could get on with that and see what else happened.

I know where I’m going musically. I can see my pattern and I’m going much slower than I thought I’d be going.

I don’t like being stuck in one situation, day to day.

Growing up with a house full of women and seeing them look good no matter what they put on every morning just inspired me to look good myself.

A building should appear to grow easily from its site and be shaped to harmonize with its surroundings if Nature is manifest there.

Once someone appears to us primarily as an object, kindness has no place to root.

The past is like a handful of dust. It filters through your fingers, disappearing little by little. I wish, for one day, I could go back. In another life, I would do things differently.

People who live in society have learnt how to see themselves, in mirrors, as they appear to their friends. I have no friends: is that why my flesh is so naked?

We’ve got to learn to love appearances.

Behaviour is a mirror in which every one displays his own image.

It appears necessary to go back to first principles in search of the most simple truths, and to dispute with some prevailing prejudice every inch of ground.