Nothing anybody's said or written about me ever bothers me, except when it does.

I'm not one of those complicated, mixed-up cats. I'm not looking for the secret to life... I just go on from day to day, taking what comes.

You are the promised kiss of springtime that makes the lonely winter seem long. You are the breathless hush of evening that trembles on the brink of a lovely song.

I want to be buried with a Zippo, a roll of dimes & a bottle of Jack!

The best revenge is the massive success.

Don't respond to negativity with more negativity. Just put your head down and prove your critics wrong.

Most of what has been written about me is one big blur, but I do remember being described in one simple word that I agree with. It was in a piece that tore me apart for my personal behavior, but the writer said that when the music began and I started to sing, I was "honest."