My dad was always my manager as far as I was concerned, even when I had another manager. At times he let me go with someone else who he thought could take me to another level when he couldn't, and he was right. But they were in it for another reason. He was in it because he wanted to see me succeed no matter what, and he made decisions based on being a dad as opposed to a manager.

Love should be simple, but it's not. Hate should be hard, but it's easy.

I don't know what keeps me going. Sometimes I wonder... I think it's just pure perseverance and wanting to succeed and having that burning desire to always have success.

You can run for cover, you can run for help. You can run to your lover, but you can't ever run from yourself.

At times when I didn't have records out, the press has really kept me out there. My bad reputation has done wonderful things for me!

That's the era we grew up in. It's weak to go to a psychiatrist.

Words are not even within me. They're not in my vocabulary to really express the kind of feeling that I had.