If someone comes along, gonna give you some love and affection, I say get it while you can.

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?

You know why we're stuck with the myth that only black people have soul? Because white people don't let themselves feel things.

I started singing rhythmically, and now I'm learning from Otis Redding to push a song instead of just sliding over it

In my insides, it really hurts if someone doesn't like me. It's silly.

Don't go looking for Mr. Right. Look for Mr. Right Now.

Gimme a pigfoot and a bottle of beer.