My voice belongs to me, from God. People will comment, "Your voice helped me through." Maybe it’s God in me, because I don’t take credit for that.

I owe it all to Jesus.

I've been in some beautiful places, but the prettiest sight is flying back to New Orleans. Being able to look down and say, 'I know where I am now.'

If you want something to play with go find yourself a toy, baby, my time is too expensive and I'm not a little boy.

When I record something, I'll take a drive and just listen

My friends and I were wild and we liked to joy-ride.

So now I have a collection of poetry by Aaron Neville and I give it to people I want to share it with. I'd like to publish it someday.