I knew by heart all the dialogue of James Dean's films; I could watch Rebel Without a Cause a hundred times over.
People think you're crazy if you talk about things they don't understand.
I've come too far, and I don't know how to get back.
Your kisses lift me higher...like the sweet song of a choir. You light my morning sky, with burning love.
I get tired of singing to the guys I beat up in motion pictures.
People ask me where I got my singing style. I didn't copy my style from anybody.