All my momma's people were very musical. My grandpa, who was the Pentecostal minister, he was a great musician. He played the fiddle, he played the piano.

If you can read, you can find books on anything you want. You can self-educate even if you can't afford to go to school.

Here you come again, looking better than a body has a right to.

All the fame and fortune, glory and prestige, can't make me happy if it goes against what I believe.

I make jokes about it, but it's the truth that I kind of patterned my look after the town tramp. I didn't know what she was, just this woman who was blond and piled her hair up, wore high heels and tight skirts, and, boy, she was the prettiest thing I'd ever seen. Momma used to say, "Aw, she's just trash," and I thought, That's what I want to be when I grow up. Trash.

Home is anywhere I hang my hair

I know it's corny - but I love 'Jingle Bells!'