“Now if I don’t meet you no more in this world, then I’ll, I’ll meet you in the next one, and don’t be late, don’t be late, cause I’m a voodoo chile.”

So you want to be married, oh baby, trying to put me on a chain, ain’t that some shame? You must be losing your weak little mind.

If I live by illusions, you live by excuses.

You’ve got to know much more than the mere technicalities of notes. You’ve got to know sounds and what goes between the notes.

I want to thank you my sweet darling for digging in the mud and picking me up.

I have to get involved in my own kind of way ’cause I always want to respect my own judgments. I have to respect my own time.

Be respected as being new, and probably a decent change or a help for the human race or whatever, instead of keep carrying the same old burdens around with you.

I’ve been imitated so well I’ve heard people copy my mistakes.

Genealogists live in the past lane.

We want our sound to go into the soul of the audience, and see if it can awaken some little thing in their minds. ‘Cause there are so many sleeping people.

Sometimes you want to give up the guitar, you’ll hate the guitar. But if you stick with it, you’re gonna be rewarded.

The story of love is hello and goodbye, until we meet again.

When I’m sad, she comes to me with a thousand smiles.

Don’t use your brain to play it, let your feelings guide your fingers.

I was thinking too fast. It seems like a person has the tendency to get bored, because he always wants to try to do all these accomplishments.

If it was up to me, there wouldn’t be no such thing as the establishment.

I’m a million miles away, and at the same time I’m right here in your picture frame.