There, gleaming in the glow, was that ten-horsepower rotary engine under a seat. A key glistening in the ignition. I imagine the top speed for that old mower was five miles per hour. It might have taken an hour and a half or more for me to get to the liquor store, but get there I did.

God bless the boys from Memphis, blue suede shoes, and Elvis.

It didn't make much difference what time of night it was, whenever [my father would] come in drunk, he'd say, "Get up and sing me some songs." We didn't want to sing but we sang.

I took my $100,000 and bought a new Corvette, a lot of cocaine, and spent the rest on foolishness.

I lay my head on the wheel and the horn begins honking, the whole neighborhood knows that I'm home drunk again.

All Patsy Cline had to do was sing somebody else’s song and her version would outsell theirs because it would be so good!

Loneliness is lessened when you're lonely by choice.