“Who are they to judge us, simply because our hair is long?”

Too busy thinking about my baby and I ain’t got time for nothing else.

LIVE for LIFE, but let live everybody.

Little Willie John is the soul singer’s soul singer.

Who isn’t fascinated by evil?

Politics and hypocrites is turning us all into lunatics.

I’m hooked my friend to the boy who makes slaves out of men, and oh believe me, flying high in a friendly sky.

There are still times I feel unhappy and I must smile, and there are times I want to cry and I must laugh people rarely see the real Marvin Gaye.

When I get that feeling, I want some sexual healing.

Give out some love and you’ll find peace sublime.

Music, not sex, got me aroused.

For me, love carries the seeds of its own destruction.

Detroit turned out to be heaven, but it also turned out to be hell.

I’ve never had any problems with women. Having been one of the world’s greatest womanizers they’ve probably had more problems with me.

If you escape from people too often,, you wind up escaping from yourself.

Don’t you know how sweet and wonderful life can be?

I wish that being famous helped prevent me from being constipated.

I’ve always loved playing with hair. I used to want dreads like Lauryn Hill, but my mom wouldn’t let me.

I have over a hundred wigs, I like to change them damn near every hour.

Gray hair is gods graffiti.

I wish my hair was thicker, and I wish my feet were prettier. My toes are really ugly. I wish my ears were smaller. And my nose could be smaller too.

You know you’re living right when you wake up, brush your hair – and confetti falls out!

May the hair on your toes never fall out!

The brighter the hair the closer to god.

He knew that hair couldn’t feel; he kissed her hair.