This ambiguity is another example of a growing problem with mathematical notation: There aren't enough squiggles to go around.
I'm not a bourgeois person, never will be.
My mother always told me, even if a song has been done a thousand times, you can still bring something of your own to it. I'd like to think I did that.
The two things you can't fake are good food and good music
When I'm singing the blues, I'm singing life.
A lot of people think the blues is depressing but that's not the blues I'm singing. When I'm singing blues, I singing life. People can't stand to listen to the blues, they've got to be phonies.
What happens is, when I perform, I'm somewhere else. I go back in time and get in touch with who I really am. I forget my troubles, my worries.
I didn't need it [formal training], because I've got the best taste in the world.
A work of art works because it is true, not because it is real.
The admiration of another writer’s work is almost in inverse proportion to similarities in style.
Except that my father got a raise, and my mother didn't because she doesn't get paid for housework, and my sister stopped reading those self-esteem books because she met a new boy