“The consequences, [screw] the implications of the actions, to hell with it all… whatever happens as a result is better than the nothingness that is inevitable with silence.”

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.

Honey, if you’ve had your eye on a piece of talent and that chick down the road has been getting all the action, then you know what you gotta do… Try A Little Bit Harder.

Like, I don’t think I’d go off the road for long now, for life with a guy no matter how good. Yeah, it’s the truth. Scary thing to say though, isn’t it?

I believe the only people who truly experience and test the application of equality are twins.

I started out to be a person on the street, just like everybody else. I didn’t start out to be a singer. But I got sort of swept up in this singing thing, and after I got involved in it it got really important to me if I was good or not.

You better not compromise yourself, it’s all you’ve got.

You know why we’re stuck with the myth that only black people have soul? Because white people don’t let themselves feel things.

I don’t know what happened. I just exploded. I’d never sung like that before. I used to stand still and sing simple, but you can’t sing like that in front of a rock band.

I would trade all my tomorrow’s for one single yesterday.

I’m just doing what I wanted to and what feels right and not settling for bullshit and it worked. How can they be mad at that?

Don’t go looking for Mr. Right. Look for Mr. Right Now.

That’s what I’m trying to do mostly in the whole world, is not bullshit myself and not bullshit anybody else.

At my concerts most of the chicks are looking for liberation, they think I’m gonna show ’em how to do it.

You got to get it while you can.

They asked me, How did you learn to sing the blues like that? How did you learn to sing that heavy? I just opened my mouth and that’s what I sounded like.

I’m tired of all these hippie jack-offs

The ultimate cause of human disease is the consequence of our transgression of the universal laws of life.

You are not aware of the consequences that would result (if you were granted what you desire) because what you seek might be to your detriment.

In the same way the pleasures of this world are very attractive in the beginning, but their consequences are terrible to contemplate and hard to endure.

All knowledge that is not the real product of observation, or of consequences deduced from observation, is entirely groundless and illusory.

There is no act, however trivial, but has its train of consequences.

Customs form us all, our thoughts, our morals, our most fixed beliefs; are consequences of our place of birth.

On the breast of that huge Mississippi of falsehood called History, a foam-bell more or less is no consequence.

Success is a consequence and must not be a goal.