If somebody sings, 'Baby I'll fly to the moon for you, I'll bring the stars down,' that's a damn lie. I sing about the events of the world as it's going today. It's more like gospel than anything else.

The sun and the moon and the stars would have disappeared long ago... had they happened to be within the reach of predatory human hands.

The moon buggy is lighter in space because there's less gravity there.

We blues singers are condemned. But I let them know this: If what I'm singing sends me to hell, I don't know how to get to heaven because I ain't lying. It's in your heart, and it's what you feel.

It's been good to me, and I had no desire to change. It's been lower than the dirt on the ground, but it bounced back, and it's going to keep doing it because it's original. It's the only music that was born in America. Everybody else brought theirs with them.

I hate to see him die that way. It didn't have to happen that way.