Affluence separates people. Poverty knits ’em together. You got some sugar and I don’t; I borrow some of yours. Next month you might not have any flour; well, I’ll give you some of mine.<\/p>\n
Do it right or don’t do it at all. That comes from my mom. If there’s something I want to do, I’m one of those people that won’t be satisfied until I get it done. If I’m trying to sing something and I can’t get it, I’m going to keep at it until I get where<\/p>\n
I did it to myself. It wasn’t society… it wasn’t a pusher, it wasn’t being blind or being black or being poor. It was all my doing.<\/p>\n
I don’t know what would have happened to me if I hadn’t been able to hear.<\/p>\n
I was born with music inside me. Music was one of my parts. Like my ribs, my kidneys, my liver, my heart. Like my blood. It was a force already within me when I arrived on the scene. It was a necessity for me-like food or water.<\/p>\n
I’m not into the money thing. You can only sleep in one bed at a time. You can only eat one meal at a time, or be in one car at a time. So I don’t have to have millions of dollars to be happy. All I need are clothes on my back, a decent meal, and a little<\/p>\n
Learning to read music in Braille and play by ear helped me develop a damn good memory.<\/p>\n
Love is a special word, and I use it only when I mean it. You say the word too much and it becomes cheap.<\/p>\n
Music’s been around a long time, and there’s going to be music long after Ray Charles is dead. I just want to make my mark, leave something musically good behind. If it’s a big record, that’s the frosting on the cake, but music’s the main meal.<\/p>\n
My music had roots which I’d dug up from my own childhood, musical roots buried in the darkest soil.<\/p>\n
My version of “Georgia” became the state song of Georgia. That was a big thing for me, man. It really touched me. Here is a state that used to lynch people like me suddenly declaring my version of a song as its state song. That is touching.<\/p>\n
The fact of the matter is, you don’t give up what’s natural. Anything I’ve fantasized about, I’ve done.<\/p>\n
There are many spokes on the wheel of life. First, we’re here to explore new possibilities.<\/p>\n
There’s nothing written in the Bible, Old or New testament, that says, “If you believe in Me, you ain’t going to have no troubles.<\/p>\n
What is a soul? It’s like electricity – we don’t really know what it is, but it’s a force that can light a room.<\/p>\n
What makes my approach special is that I do different things. I do jazz, blues, country music and so forth. I do them all, like a good utility man.<\/p>\n
When I started to sing like myself – as opposed to imitating Nat Cole, which I had done for a while – when I started singing like Ray Charles, it had this spiritual and churchy, this religious or gospel sound. It had this holiness and preachy tone to it. I<\/p>\n
You ask me what I’d like to do that I haven’t done and I say ‘Nothin’!’ I haven’t any mountains to climb or oceans to swim. I’ve been an extremely blessed individual. I’m not clamorin’ for more trinkets. If I were to die tomorrow, I could say I’ve had a go<\/p>\n
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