Texas is OK if you want to settle down and do your own thing quietly, but it's not for outrageous people, and I was always outrageous.

Some suggestions for you :

I won't quit to become someone's old lady.

You know why we're stuck with the myth that only black people have soul? Because white people don't let themselves feel things.

I'm a victim of my own insides. There was a time when I wanted to know everything. It used to make me very unhappy, all that feeling. I just didn't know what to do with it. But now I've learned to make that feeling work for me.

When I sing, I feel like when you're first in love. It's more than sex. It's that point two people can get to they call love, when you really touch someone for the first time, but it's gigantic, multiplied by the whole audience. I feel chills.

Oh Lord, won't you buy me a Mercedes Benz.

I got treated very badly in Texas. They don't treat beatniks too good in Texas. Port Arthur people thought I was a beatnik, though they'd never seen one and neither had I.

Guess what, I might be the first hippie pinup girl.

I can't talk about my singing. I'm inside it. How can you describe something you're inside of?

Audiences like their blues singers to be miserable.

As it gets closer and more probable, being a star is really losing its meaning.

Who you are is what you settle for, you know?

Billie Holiday, Aretha Franklin. Now, they are so subtle, they can milk you with two notes. They can make you feel like they told you the whole universe. But I don't know that yet. All I got now is strength. Maybe if I keep singing, maybe I'll get it.

All of a sudden, someone threw me in front of this rock and roll band. And I decided then and there that was it. I never wanted to do anything else.

You can destroy your now by worrying about tomorrow.