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."

It took me a long, long time to learn what I now know, and I don't want that to die with me.

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.

Love and marriage, love and marriage, go together like a horse and carriage. This I tell ya, brother, you can't have one without the other.

And now the end is near, and so I face the final curtain.

Oh, I just wish someone would try to hurt you so I could kill them for you.

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.