“There is one in every crowd, for crying out loud, why was is always turning out to be me?”

Besides that, I felt guilty. I thought for some reason…

Did ole Hank really do it this way?

If I could only fly, you see, a lot of my problems would be gone. When you think of just how much I’d save on shoes alone.

I’m old and crazy, but I still give a damn. And I still think the boys got screwed over in Vietnam.

I’m just a man, no more or no less. Bad as the worst, good as the best.

And they really did not want Willie or me, either one, to “have a hit record. They wanted the money, but they didn’t want us to be the ones.

Nobody knows I’m Elvis, nobody knows this is me. After all of my tries, I’ve got the perfect disguise.

We did an album one time called White Mansions, about the civil war, but it was written by a guy from England.

The only problem was I needed to use my own group, and things didn’t happen until I did. It wasn’t a real country sound.

I don’t believe in reincarnation at all, but if all that stuff is true, then he might have been on his last time around.

Take your tongue out of my mouth, I’m kissing you good-bye.

We got a lot of politicians up there on Capital Hill. Ain’t it funny how they prosper while the country stands still?

Highway robbery and white collar crime, and they laugh at the system they beat.

And you’d sure better not be doing it because it’s a way to make a living, ’cause that ain’t always going to be easy. You got to believe it, believe in the music. You got to mean it.

You’ve got to care about the music…You’d better not be doing it for the publicity, the fame or the money.

Don’t you be so nice to me; I fall in love so easily.

Nobody is worth crying for, and those that are worth it will not make you cry.

If I get in a dark spot, I’ll listen to some Adele and cry about it.

We’ve got to stop crying and start sweating, stop talking and start walking, stop cursing and start praying. The strength we need will not come from the White House, but from every house in America.

Today, Jesus stands ready to hear your cry and to answer prayer for you. He is interested in every detail of your life. He knows you better than you know yourself.

My head screamed. I want to make them burn the way they did to me. My heart cried that’s not who you are.

For years I could not cry. And I thought there was something wrong with me. Turns out I was crying after all – just not in tears.

Long ago, there was something in me, but now that thing is gone. Now that thing is gone, that thing is gone. I cannot cry. I cannot care. That thing will come back no more.

My pain is from craving to feel your skin locked in mine while you cry out for more.