Blues ain't never going anywhere. It can get slow, but it ain't going nowhere.

You play a 'lowdown dirty shame slow and lonesome, my mama dead, my papa across the sea I ain't dead but I'm just supposed to be' blues. You can take that same blues, make it uptempo, a shuffle blues, that's what rock n' roll did with it. So blues ain't going nowhere. Ain't goin' nowhere.

Anywhere seems nowhere, yet somewhere seems everywhere.

Coraline shivered. She preferred her other mother to have a location: if she were nowhere, then she could be anywhere. And, after all, it is always easier to be afraid of something you cannot see.

I seen a lot of changes. You got to make changes. I even make changes in my blues.

You could play the blues like it was a lonesome thing - it was a feeling.