Sam Phillips always encouraged me to do it my way, to use whatever other influences I wanted, but never to copy...if there hadn't been a Sam Phillips, I might still be working in a cotton field.

Beneath the stains of time the feeling disappears, you are someone else I am still right here.

It's all fleeting. As fame is fleeting, so are all the trappings of fame fleeting. The money, the clothes, the furniture.

We're all in this together if we're in it at all.

A person knows when it just seems to feel right to them. Listen to your heart.

There's no way around grief and loss: you can dodge all you want, but sooner or later you just have to go into it, through it, and, hopefully, come out the other side. The world you find there will never be the same as the world you left.

As sure as God made black and white, what's done in the dark will be brought to the light.