“People pay a lot of money to go see shows now, they don’t wanna know about your technical problems, or if you’re not feeling good, they don’t wanna know we have a glitch. It’s their night, you better do something to earn that money.”

Know what you love and do what you love. If you don’t do what you love, you’re just wasting your time.

Streetlife serenader never sang on stages, needs no orchestration, melody comes easy, need no vast arrangement to do their harmonizing.

I think historically America has been pretty tolerant. It seems when there’s a mass influx from one place, that’s when it becomes problematic for Americans.

I’ve crashed my car three times.

I won’t be righteous again. I’m not sure anymore.

I can’t think of one person I’ve ever met who didn’t like some type of music.

We all have a face that we hide away forever, and we take them out and show ourselves when everyone has gone.

We are living in a time when American popular music is finally being recognized as one of our most successful exports. The demand is huge.

So before we end And then begin We’ll drink a toast to how it’s been A few more hours to be complete A few more nights on satin sheets A few more times that I can say, I’ve loved these days.

You’ve got your passion. You’ve got your pride. But don’t you know that only fools are satisfied? Dream on, but don’t imagine they’ll all come true.

It’s nine o’clock on a Saturday, the regular crowd shuffles in / There’s an old man sitting next to me making love to his tonic and gin / He says, ‘Son, can you play me a memory?

Like family, we are tied to each other. This is what all good musicians understand.

She’s got a smile that heals me.

I see the children with their boredom and their vacant stares.

And the only people I fear are those who never have doubts… Save us all from arrogant men, and all the causes they’re for.

I may be an antique like the Stones, but antiques are valuable.

There are many who lust for the simple answers of doctrine or decree. They are on the left and right. They are not confined to a single part of the society. They are terrorists of the mind.

In Jesus Christ on the Cross, there is refuge; there is safety; there is shelter; and all the power of sin upon our track cannot reach us when we have taken shelter under the Cross that atones for our sins.

Eclecticism is the word. Like a jazz musician who creates his own style out of the styles around him, I play by ear.

I have discovered that there is a crucial difference between society’s image of old people and ‘us’ as we know and feel ourselves to be.

Valor is the contempt of death and pain.

Below the surface stream, shallow and light, Of what we say and feel below the stream, As light, of what we think we feel, there flows With noiseless current, strong, obscure and deep, The central stream of what we feel indeed.

Perhaps to lose a sense of where you are implies the danger of losing a sense of who you are.

Had the price of looking been blindness, I would have looked.