It's very tiring having other people tell you how much they dig you if you yourself don't dig you.

I have dined with kings, I've been offered wings. And I've never been too impressed.

Just because you like my stuff doesn't mean I owe you anything.

I just wanted a song to sing, and there came a point where I couldn't sing anything...nobo dy else was writing what I wanted to sing. I couldn't find it anywhere. If I could I probably would never have started writing.

The only person you have to think about lying twice to is either yourself or to God. The press isn't either of them. And I just figured they're irrelevant.

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

There ought to be a law about you coming around.