“Rock ‘n’ roll accepted me and paid me, even though I loved the big bands I went that way because I wanted a home of my own. I had a family. I had to raise them. Let’s don’t leave out the economics. No way.”

Sometime we’ll try and reach for things we know we each want and don’t deserve.

Music is music and I think music people are the delivers, the actors, when they put their music out they want to insert their character in it. So they call it such and such so you know how they live so to speak.

All were artists, playing foolish, having fights and making love as if the rest of the world had no racial problems whatsoever.

Don’t bother me, leave me alone. Anyway, I’m almost grown.

Actually I’m writing as best I can, in order to keep the momentum and the career there, but I want to live.

Could you imagine the way I felt, I couldn’t unfasten her safety belt. All the way home I held a grudge, for the safety belt that wouldn’t budge.

Rock is rock, and, rock and roll, rock is just short for rock and roll.

Back in the class room, open your books, keep up, the teacher don’t know how mean she looks.

Of the five most important things in life, health is first, education or knowledge is second, and wealth is third. I forget the other two.

There have been so many empires, kings are kinda going out of style.

I’m a millionaire, but I cut the grass. And each time I cut it, it’s my grass. And that is satisfying.

Science and religion are both the same thing. They’re there; they’re life. If it’s not science, it’s not a fact.

Praise doesn’t mean anything to me. I don’t judge myself.

A song is a song. But there are some songs, ah, some songs are the greatest. The Beatles song Yesterday. Listen to the lyrics.

All I want for Christmas is a rock n roll electric guitar.

He never ever learned to read or write so well, but he could play his guitar like he was ringing a bell.

When you fully accept the dimples on your thighs and the tiger stripes that radiate from the centre of yours chest, it becomes an empowering experience.

I think that other girls and boys my age will maybe see that I’m so accepting and be accepting of other people, too.

Maybe the key to happiness is learning to appreciate life for what it is rather than what it could be.

The older you get, the more comfortable you become with yourself, and you accept what you have physically.

You like a woman, she’s got kids, it’s a package. You can’t just go in one-sided.

Accept the fact that you’re never gonna be someone else and embrace the fact that the world needs you as God made you to be.

I don’t know why people expect art to make sense. They accept the fact that life doesn’t make sense.

Love is accepting people for who they are and what they are, regardless.