Long as I was riding in a big Cadillac and dressed nice and had plenty of food, that's all I cared about.

My mother used to play nothing but Billie Holiday.

Now I can stand up on the stage again like I used to after five years of sitting down while I sang.

I'm not starry eyed, and I'm not money crazy.

All the things I used to like - cookies, ice cream, gumbo - I don't like anymore.

My mother always wanted me to be a jazz singer, but I always wanted to be raunchy.

In some ways, it's my rage that keeps me going.