“I don’t think there’s anything you can do this way or that way to change anything.”

Maybe it’s time we got back to the basics of love.

Now, I was on drugs, and that didn’t help a whole lot. He hated that.

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

I may be crazy, but it keeps me from going insane.

Finally, my manager negotiated a deal where I got to produce my own records.

I was very young then. Buddy taught me so much in such a short time.

Ladies touch babies like a banker touches gold, outlaws touch ladies somewhere deep down in their soul.

This world that I live in is empty and cold/the loneliness cuts me and tortures my soul.

I can’t walk, so I can’t go home. No need to talk, cause I’m all alone. If I stay here they’re gonna lock me in, hitting the bottle again.

One thing is that I wasn’t getting booked that well, and they had control over who got the awards, they had control over who sold.

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.

Anything we take in the Universe, because it has in itself that which is All in All, includes in its own way, the entire soul of the world, which is entirely in any part of it.

To be in a world which is a hell, to be of that world and neither to believe in or guess at anything but that world is not merely hell but the only possible damnation: the act of a man damning himself. It may be

I never knew a government yet that wanted to do anything.

When it comes to money nobody should give up anything.

I don’t want the world to give me anything for my books except money enough to save me from the temptation to write only for money.

A mistress never is nor can be a friend. While you agree, you are lovers; and when it is over, anything but friends.

The final test for a novel will be our affection for it, as it is the test of our friends, and of anything else which we cannot define.

You are always naked when you start writing; you are always as if you had never written anything before; you are always a beginner.