I wouldn't have dared ask God for all that He's given me. I couldn't have done it on my own. I thank God every day for what I have.

I know what it's like to be pregnant and nervous and poor.

I try to visit people in hospitals when I can, smiling and joking while I'm there. But when I leave, I just start crying.

My attitude toward men who mess around is simple: If you find 'em, kill 'em.

Sometimes they work, and sometimes they just won't. Sometimes you get hung up on them. When that happens, you just throw it back, and maybe come back to it two or three weeks later.

There's never going to be another Patsy Cline. Without her, I don't think I would have lasted.

When all those city folks try to fix up my talking, all they do is mess me up.