I quit high school on my birthday. It was my senior year and I didn't see the point. This was 1962, and I was ready to make music.

I went to jail at 16 for stealing tires off Cadillacs. When I got out I said, Never again.

One preacher turned me on, another turned me off.

You're the first, the last, and my everything and the answer to all my dreams. You're my sun, my moon, my guiding star, my kind of wonderful, that's what you are

All I had was the will and the love for music. I couldn't read music or write it. No connections, no car, no money, no bankroll, no clothes, no nothing.

The women used the music to get their men to relate to them better: "talk to me, tell me what's on your mind." Men used the music to get the girls in the mood to make love. So either way you had it, Barry White is the one artist who actually was in your bedroom with you at your most sacred, sensuous moment of your life.

There's people making babies to my music. That's nice.