“I just like the company of beautiful women. I have a weakness in that department.”

Risk is trying to control something you are powerless over.

I feel wonderful because I see the love light in your eyes, and the wonder of it all is you just don’t realize how much I love you.

I am, and always will be, a blues guitarist.

My Father’s Eyes’ is very personal. I realized that the closest I ever came to looking in my father’s eyes was when I looked into my son’s eyes.

The first guitar I ever had was a gut-string Spanish guitar, and I couldn’t really get the hang of it. I was only 13, and I talked my grandparents into buying it for me. I tried and tried and tried, but got nowhere with it.

An obsession is where something will not leave your mind.

Like a fool, I fell in love with you, Turned my whole world upside down.

Music became a healer for me.

Although they can do it all the time, you know, they’re far better than me, on a musically, on a theoretical music level. You know, they’re out of my league.

My original interests and intentions in guitar playing were primarily created on quality of tone, for instance, the way the instrument could be made to echo or simulate the human voice.

It is painful to relive things that have caused emotional crises or whatever and find ways to express that musically.

A British pressing with a compilation of the best stuff really, I mean actually not only that but, these were all kind of semi hits for the people on it in America.

The toughest thing about being a celebrity, I suppose, is being polite when I don’t want to be.

Plant your love and let it grow.

If you hand me a guitar, I’ll play the blues. That’s the place I automatically go.

When all the original blues guys are gone, you start to realize that someone has to tend to the tradition. I recognize that I have some responsibility to keep the music alive, and it’s a pretty honorable position to be in.

Hold my hand we’ll walk, run and fly above this beautiful sky.

I think it’s beautiful the way you sparkle when you talk about the things you love.

It was her chaos that made her beautiful.

All the scars I hide fearfully, you see; counting them carefully with your lips, and telling me they are beautiful.

The view looks so much better when you see the beauty inside of yourself.

I know that she is beautiful and I like to remind her again and again.

My roots touched mother earth and she blessed me with her color. Brown skin is beautiful.

I’ve stopped trying to make sense of the sunset.  There is beauty in resting, there is strength in letting go.