Outlines are the last resource of bad fiction writers who wish to God they were writing masters' theses.
When I started you were more in touch with the people you were playing to. There wasn't the distance or the separation that there is now.
Hark, now hear the sailors cry, smell the sea, and feel the sky let your soul & spirit fly, into the mystic.
These are the days of the endless summer, these are the days, the time is now. There is no past, there's only future, there's only here, there's only now.
Have I told you lately that I love you, have I told you lately there's no one above you. Fill my heart with gladness, take away all my sadness, ease my troubles, that's what you do.
You gotta fight every day to keep mediocrity at bay.
Music is spiritual. The music business is not.
There's some sorta big bar-be-que goin' on here in turn three. There's smoke all over the track! Some fan's got a big one goin' on.
We were in the heart of the ghetto in Chicago during the Depression, and every block - it was probably the biggest black ghetto in America - every block also is the spawning ground practically for every gangster, black and white, in America too.
Humility may bring you humiliation here on earth, but surely not in heaven.
If you taught me to read and provided for me the same computer system as someone has provided for Stephen Hawking, I, too, would write great books. And yet you don't teach me to read, and you don't give me a computer stick I can push around with my nose to point at the next letter I wish typed. So whose fault is it that I am what I am?