Elvis Died The Day He Went Into

When You're Thirty-five, You Can't Take As Much Booze ... And I Always Got A Little Violent On Drink...so It Was Kind Of Self-destructive Suicide Side Of Me, Which Is Resolving Itself For The Better, I Believe, Because I Never Enjoyed It.

Life Is What Happens To You While You're Planning On Doing Something Else.

Slipping? We're Bigger Than Jesus.

All Kids Draw And Write Poetry And Everything, And Some Of Us Last Until We're About Eighteen, But Most Drop Off At About Twelve When Some Guy Comes Up And Says, "you're No Good." That's All We Get Told All Our Lives. "you Haven't Got The Ability. You're A Cobbler." It Happened To All Of Us, But If Somebody Had Told Me All My Life, "yeah, You're A Great Artist," I Would Have Been A More Secure Person.

You Better Get Yourself Together, Darling, And Join The Human Race.