Many people know how to criticize, but few know how to praise.
When I first went on the stage I was 17 and under the legal age for performers.
All the men in my life have been two things: an epic and an epidemic.
If whites bored me, it was because they bored themselves. They seemed to get little fun out of life and were desperately lonely.
Somehow, the things my mother wanted to do, the release in evangelism she sought with such frenzy, were transferred to me.
The big compliment came from the beer drinkers who didn't know me. They wouldn't drink or move when I sang. If they had their glasses in mid-air, the glasses wouldn't come down.