My father wouldn’t get us a TV, he wouldn’t allow a TV in the house.
Rock on out.
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.
On stage, I make love to 25,000 different people, then I go home alone.
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.
Guess what, I might be the first hippie pinup girl.
On stage I make love to twenty five thousand people; and then I go home alone.
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.
I won’t quit to become someone’s old lady.
If I hold back, I’m no good. I’m no good. I’d rather be good sometimes, than holding back all the time.
You know why we’re stuck with the myth that only black people have soul? Because white people don’t let themselves feel things.
Audiences like their blues singers to be miserable.
I’m one of those regular weird people.
I always wanted to be an artist, whatever that was, like other chicks want to be stewardesses. I read. I painted. I thought.
You got to get it while you can.