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God bless the child that’s got his own.

Billie Holiday

I don’t think I ever sing the same way twice. The blues is sort of a mixed-up thing. You just have to feel it. Anything I do sing is part of my life.
BILLIE HOLIDAY

Feeling Life Myself Sing Thinking Way
Don’t threaten me with love, baby. Let’s just go walking in the rain.
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Love Rain Threat Walk
I’m always making a comeback but nobody ever tells me where I’ve been.
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Myself Return
When Lester plays, he almost seems to be singing; one can almost hear the words.
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Hear Himself Play Singing Word
God bless the child that’s got his own.
BILLIE HOLIDAY

Blessing Children God Independent
I try to improvise like Les Young, Louis Armstrong or someone else I admire. What comes out is what I feel.
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Feeling Improvisation Myself
Sometimes it’s worse to win a fight than to lose.
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Fight Lose Time Win Worst
There’s no damn business like show business – you have to smile to keep from throwing up.
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Business Smile Throw Yourself
The whole basis of my singing is feeling. Unless I feel something, I can’t sing.
BILLIE HOLIDAY

Basis Feeling Myself Singing
You can be up to your boobies in white satin, with gardenias in your hair and no sugar cane for miles, but you can still be working on a plantation.
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Appearance Hairs Plantation Yourself
Love is like a faucet, it turns off and on.
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Emotion Feeling Love
I can only sing songs my way. I don’t know any other way.
BILLIE HOLIDAY

Known Myself Sing Song Way
Lust may be in the heart, though it be not seen by others; as guests may be in the house, though they look not out at the windows.
BILLIE HOLIDAY

Heart Home Lust Window
Singing songs like ‘The Man I Love’ or ‘Porgy’ is no more work than sitting down and eating Chinese roast duck, and I love roast duck.
BILLIE HOLIDAY

Love Myself Sing Work
If you think dope is for kicks and for thrills, you’re out of your mind. There are more kicks to be had in a good case of paralytic polio or by living in an iron lung.
BILLIE HOLIDAY

Goodness Mindset Thinking Yourself
In this country, don’t forget, a habit is no damn private hell. There’s no solitary confinement outside of jail. A habit is hell for those you love. And in this country it’s the worst kind of hell for those who love you.
BILLIE HOLIDAY

Country Forget Hell Love Privacy Yourself

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