I'd been studying the microphone for a dozen years, and I suddenly saw what I'd been doing wrong. I'd been singing too loud. One night I was listening to a record by Lester Young, the horn player, and it came to me. Relax, just relax. It's all going to be all right.

Great artists suffer for the people.

Ain't nothing like the real thing.

Who are they to judge us, simply because our hair is long?

I wish that being famous helped prevent me from being constipated.

Marriage is miserable unless you find the right person that is your soulmate and that takes a lot of looking.

When I get that feeling, I want some sexual healing.