My grandfather was a Pentecostal preacher. It was a sin to even pluck your eyebrows, and they thought it was a sin for me to be there looking like Jezebel.

It doesn't bother me when someone calls me a 'dumb blonde.' I'm neither dumb or blonde.

When I have sex with my husband, I fantasize I am with a petite, hot young woman.

I hope people realise that there is a brain underneath the hair and a heart underneath the boobs.

I ain't never far away from a pencil and paper or a tape recorder.

The tits and the hair and the personality helped build the whole Dolly deal, but it was my music that brought me out of the Smokey Mountains.

It seems like the more I give the more I get, and that is the way it is supposed to go in life.