I'll be a fool or a wiseman, my darling, you hold the key. Anyway you want me, that's how I will be.

Truth is like the sun. You can shut it out for a time, but it ain't goin' away.

I can preach until your deaf and dumb, I'm in that soul saving army beating on that big bass drum.

When your intelligence don't tell you something ain't right, your conscience gives you a tap you on the shoulder and says 'Hold on'. If it don't, you're a snake.

Love me tender, love me sweet, never let me go.

Nine and nine makes fourteen, four and four makes nine. The clock is striking thirteen, I think I've lost my mind.

Talent is being able to sell what you're feeling.