“I’m a tremendous believer and supporter in hip-hop and rap.”

The only music I don’t like is bad music.

I’m just a musician and a record producer.

A lot of the guys were like that – Oscar Pettiford – they just took me under their wing, and that’s why I automatically help young people. I just love it, because they did that for me.

Let’s not get too full of ourselves. Let’s leave space for God to come into the room.

The act of multitrack recording is the act of arranging.

Every day, my daddy told me the same thing. ‘Once a task is just begun, never leave it till it’s done. Be the labour great or small, do it well or not at all.’

I was raised in Chicago and I guess that was one of the special breeding grounds for gangsters of all colors. That was the Detroit of the gangster world. The car industry was thugs.

Playing the game, and unfortunately, playing the gangster game is very profitable.

Making a record is like painting a school bus with a toothbrush.

If you started in New York you were dealing with the biggest guys in the world. You’re dealing with Charlie Parker and all the big bands and everything. We got more experience working in Seattle.

Every country can be defined through their food, their music and their language. That’s the soul of a country.

I’ve met every freak in the business.

Every day you must be able to say, I have to get up because I’m needed by someone. As long as you have that, you’re healthy.

We stole a box of honey jars one time and went out in the woods and took care of the whole box. I don’t think I touched honey again for 20 years. I never wanted to see honey again.

Prince a true artist in every sense of the world. Gone way too soon.

What happens when you get a big break and you haven’t prepared yourself? That becomes the biggest mistake you’ve ever made. I see it happen all the time.

Don’t forget to believe in yourself.

Life is a lonely journey. We expect and even believe that someone will always be there for us, but that illusion fades away with age and time.

Sometimes I can’t believe I decided to heal even when I didn’t deserve it. Even when I did.

It turns out the monster in you overshadowed the ghost of kindness I so believed in.

I don’t believe in love at first sight; only now I realize that you did.

Don’t believe everything you hear about me, who can speak louder than me, wearing your last name instead of mine.

The more you believe, the brighter you will shine.

Can anybody hear me? Are my words going to waste I need to believe there was a purpose to all the pain?