“Except I knew I had a good voice and I could always get a couple of beers off of it. All of a sudden someone threw me in this rock ‘n’ roll band.”

When you hold somebody, you gotta hold them like it’s the last minute of your life.

My business is to enjoy and have fun. And why not, if in the end everything will end, right?

All you really have that really matters are feelings. That’s what music is to me.” – Janis Joplin

When I sing, I feel like when you’re first in love. It’s more than sex.

After they see me, when their mothers are feeding them all that cashmere sweater and girdle [expletive deleted by the New York Times]

If someone comes along, gonna give you some love and affection, I say get it while you can.

Maybe they’ll have a second thought – that they can be themselves and win.

I’m not really thinking much… Just sort of, trying to feel.

The more you live, the less you die.

You know you’ve got it, if it makes you feel good.

Don’t compromise your self, you’re all you got.

The older the grapes, sweeter the wine.

Don’t compromise yourself. You are all you’ve got.

That was to be true to myself, to be the person that I…that was on inside of me and not play games.

Wait a minute, maybe I can do anything.

If you’ve got a today, don’t wear it tomorrow. Tomorrow never happens. It’s all the same day.

You can find examples of how little we value ourselves everywhere you look. The signs on the front of the convenience stores where Stephen lives in Florida tell the story. Beer, ice, bread and milk are the big come-ons.

Edward Abbey said you must brew your own beer; kick in you Tee Vee; kill your own beef; build your cabin and piss off the front porch whenever you bloody well feel like it.

When I get a chance to play golf or go on a boat with good people, take the boat out and put some lobsters on the grill, get the ice-cold beer and the cigars – that’s heaven here on earth.

You from within our glasses, you lusty golden brew, whoever imbibes takes fire from you. The young and the old sing your praises. Here’s to beer, here’s to cheer, here’s to beer.

No beer before 5 p.m., wait… did I just say that?

Well, as he brews, so shall he drink.

I sat at a bar having a beer trying to hold down the stool.

When I get a very generous introduction like that I explain that I’m emotionally moved, but on the other hand I’m Irish and the Irish are very emotionally moved. My mother is Irish and she cries during beer commercials.