“The music echoes in the emptiness. It reminds us where we came from and where were bound.”

“You got infinite channels and limitless rhymes, but the riddles of livin' stay undefined?”

“The music plays . . . and your sense of reality is heightened to a dream.”

“Now listen for your song. Everybodys got a song. When I used to chase the Trane John Coltrane that is he used to tell me, If I know a mans sound, I know the man. Do you hear the melody playing in y...”

“And here's to the blues, the real blues where there's a hint of hope in every cry of desperation.”

“We start our lives with blues . . . with music. It's our first language. It's the rhythm of the womb. It's your mama's heartbeat inside your head.”

“The music echoes in the emptiness. It reminds us where we came from and where were bound.”

“You got infinite channels and limitless rhymes, but the riddles of livin' stay undefined?”

“The music plays . . . and your sense of reality is heightened to a dream.”

“I preserve my worldin journals so my children can eat without me”

“Work should be personal. For all of us. Not just for the artist and entrepreneur. Work should have meaning for the accountant, the construction worker, the technologist, the manager and the clerk.”

“I used to think of work as a bad word. Back in the corporate world, work was something that prevented me from living, something that kept me from feeling satisfied or fulfilled or passionate. Even ...”

“It was such a spring day as breathes into a man an ineffable yearning, a painful sweetness, a longing that makes him stand motionless, looking at the leaves or grass, and fling out his arms to embr...”