Your legs were heaven, your breasts were the alter, your body was the holy land.

Elvis is my religion. But for him, I'd be selling encyclopedias right now.

Did God make man in a breath of holy fire, or did he crawl on up out of the muck and mire?

Your success story is a bigger story than whatever you're trying to say on stage. Success makes life easier. It doesn't make living easier.

Most of these - most people's stage personas are created out of the flotsam and jetsam of their internal geography.

In the past, some of the songs that were the most fun, and the most entertaining and rocking, fell by the wayside because I was concerned with what I was going to say and how I was going to say it.

Sister, I won't ask for forgiveness, my sins are all I have.