Gimme a pigfoot and a bottle of beer.

All my life I just wanted to be a beatnik. Meet all the heavies, get stoned, get laid, have a good time. That's all I ever wanted. Except I knew I had a good voice and I could always get a couple of beers off of it. All of a sudden someone threw me in this rock 'n' roll band. They threw these musicians at me, man, and the sound was coming from behind. The bass was charging me. And I decided then and there that that was it. I never wanted to do anything else. It was better than it had been with any man, you know. Maybe that's the trouble.

I'm just doing what I wanted to and what feels right and not settling for bullshit and it worked. How can they be mad at that?

This whole thing that's happened to me, you see, this whole success thing..it hasn't yet really compromised the position that I took a long time ago in Texas, that was to be true to myself, to be the person that I...that was on inside of me and not play games.

Being an intellectual creates a lot of questions and no answers.

I'm not really thinking much... Just sort of, trying to feel.

All any girl really wants is just love and a man. But what man can put up with a rock-n-roll star?