On stage I make love to twenty five thousand people; and then I go home alone.
When I sing, I feel like when you’re first in love. It’s more than sex. It’s that point two people can get to they call love, when you really touch someone for the first time, but it’s gigantic, multiplied by the whole audience. I feel chills.
I’m one of those regular weird people.
Texas is OK if you want to settle down and do your own thing quietly, but it’s not for outrageous people, and I was always outrageous.
You know why we’re stuck with the myth that only black people have soul? Because white people don’t let themselves feel things.
Oh Lord, won’t you buy me a Mercedes Benz.