“That happens every time I get behind a guitar, regardless of what I’m saying, ’cause music is freedom and being free is the closest I’ve ever felt to being spiritual.”

Time is really for those who really need it. I mean, I deal with it. A lot of people are slaves to the second, minute hand. I can’t do that!

People who try to define their spirituality sometimes are annoying, ’cause the spirit is something you feel and let guide you and humbly respect.

You can run away from home But you can’t run away from your pain I sit here alone There’s always someone else to blame.

They say time will make all this go away. But it’s time that has taken my tomorrows and turned them into yesterdays.

I knew a girl, her name was Truth. She was a terrible liar.

It was a huge deal, a huge musical discovery that became life lessons learned. You can’t return from having an experience like that. The Blind Boys are truly the deepest well of American musical heritage you can discover.

Some things You have to let be lost Some battles, some battles You have to leave unfought. Then the truth just wastes away In all we dare not say. And in all we can’t explain But I faithfully remain.

When it comes to partnership, some humans can make their lives alone – it’s possible. But creatively, it’s more like painting: you can’t just use the same colours in every painting. It’s just not an option.

There’s something in everyone only they know.

Folk is bare bones music.

The Blind Boys are truly the deepest well of American musical heritage you can discover.

I don’t know how to not become every person I walk by.

It will make a weak man mighty. it will make a mighty man fall. It will fill your heart and hands or leave you with nothing at all. It’s the eyes for the blind and legs for the lame. It is the love for hate and pride for shame. That’s the power of the gospel.

I’m really looking forward to, not more of the same, but a continual growth.

Forever always seems to be around when it begins, but forever never seems to be around when it ends

Now I love to feel that warm southern rain, Just to hear it fall is the sweetest sounding thing. And to see it fall on your simple country dress It’s like heaven to me I must confess.