Don't threaten me with love, baby. Let's just go walking in the rain. |
Mom and Pop were just a couple of kids when they got married. He was eighteen, she was sixteen and I was three. |
If you copy, it means you're working without any real feeling. No two people on earth are alike, and it's got to be that way in music or it isn't music. |
Love is like a faucet, it turns off and on. |
People don't understand the kind of fight it takes to record what you want to record the way you want to record it. |
A kiss that is never tasted, is forever and ever wasted. |
Sometimes it's worse to win a fight than to lose. |
Somebody once said we never know what is enough until we know what's more than enough. |
I never hurt nobody but myself and that's nobody's business but my own. |
You can't copy anybody and end with anything. If you copy, it means you're working without any real feeling. |
One day a whole damn song fell into place in my head. |
Dope never helped anybody sing better or play music better or do anything better. All dope can do for you is kill you - and kill you the long, slow, hard way. |
There's no damn business like show business - you have to smile to keep from throwing up. Topics: Show Business |
If I don't have friends, then I ain't got nothing. |
All dope can do for you is kill you... the long hard way. And it can kill the people you love right along with you. |
You've got to have something to eat and a little love in your life before you can hold still for any damn body's sermon on how to behave. |
I never had a chance to play with dolls like other kids. I started working when I was six years old. |
Singing songs like 'The Man I Love' or 'Porgy' is no more work than sitting down and eating Chinese roast duck, and I love roast duck. |
They think they can make fuel from horse manure - now, I don't know if your car will be able to get 30 miles to the gallon, but it's sure gonna put a stop to siphoning. |
In this country, don't forget, a habit is no damn private hell. There's no solitary confinement outside of jail. A habit is hell for those you love. And in this country it's the worst kind of hell for those who love you. |