“I’m a very emotional person, a person of real extremes, and that’s often destructive both to me and others.”

Love of my life, you’ve hurt me. You’ve broken my heart, and now you leave me. Love of my life, can’t you see? Bring it back, bring it back, and don’t take it away from me, because you don’t know what it means to me.

I never thought of myself as the leader, the most important person, perhaps.

I do not have love does not mean I don’t have anybody.

The bigger, the better; in everything.

If we’re weird onstage, I don’t know what you’d call the Tubes.

Oh, I was not made for heaven. No, I don’t want to go to heaven. Hell is much better. Think of all the interesting people you’re going to meet down there.

Does it mean this, does it mean that that’s all anybody wants to know? I’d say what any decent poet would say if anyone dared ask him to analyze his work: if you see it, darling, then it’s there!

I was born to love you with every single beat of my heart. I was born to take care of you every single day of my life.

Excess is part of my nature. Dullness is a disease. I really need danger and excitement. I’m never scared of putting myself out on a limb.

I’m hopeless with money; I simply spend what I’ve got.

We are the Champions.

I don’t want to die, so sometimes I think it would have been better if I had never been born.

I want to lead the Victorian life, surrounded by exquisite clutter.

Whatever I am doing, I am not doing it for money but for music.

I think we are all princes of the universe.

Onstage, I am a devil. But I’m hardly a social reject.

Sincerity doesn’t mean anything. A person can be sincere and be more destructive than a person who is insincere.

The world perishes not from bandits and fires, but from hatred, hostility, and all these petty squabbles.

In middle school, we are all so damn insecure. It was the worst time for me, really destructive, like slapping myself across the face but loving it. Now I have to be an adult and change myself. I have to be a bigger person.

The issue is that if you hold onto the resentment against yourself, you’re just going to recreate that destructive pattern in different forms because unconsciously it’s still a belief system that limits you.

We are carrying collectively a lot of trauma, especially those of us in the African-American community. And if we’re not careful, it’ll overtake us, and we’ll self-destruct.

Where there is no freedom, there is death and destruction.

The law is a battery, which protects all that is behind it, but sweeps with destruction all that is outside.

If we could bottle your luck, we’d have a weapon of mass destruction on our hands.