Aretha with no goals, eternally single & one step soft of heaven/ let it be understood that she owns this melody along with her emotional diplomats & her earth & her musical secrets

How does it feel, how does it feel to be without a home, like a complete unknown, like a rolling stone.

The truth was obscure, Too profound and too pure, To live it you had to explode

Hold it, Doc, a world war passed through my brain. He said, Nurse, get your pad, this boy's insane.

People think they know me from my songs. But my repertoire of songs is so wide-ranging that you'd have to be a madman to figure out the characteristics of the person who wrote all those songs.

It's like going out to the desert and screaming and then having little kids throw their sandbox at you. I'm only 24.

A lot of people say there is no happiness in this life and certainly there's no permanent happiness. But self-sufficiency creates happiness.