You gotta love livin', baby, 'cause dyin' is a pain in the ass.

Fresh air makes me throw up. I can't handle it. I'd rather be around three Denobili cigars blowing in my face all night.

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.

What I do with my life is of my own doing. I live it the best way I can.

That's life,and I can't deny it/Many times I thought of cuttin' out but my heart won't buy it.

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."

The cigarettes you light one after another won’t help you forget her.