One Day A Whole Damn Song Fell

You Can't Copy Anybody And End With Anything. If You Copy, It Means You're Working Without Any Real Feeling.

I Don't Think I'm Singing. I Feel Like I'm Playing A Horn...what Comes Out Is What I Feel.

I Can't Stand To Sing The Same Song The Same Way Two Nights In Succession, Let Alone Two Years Or Ten Years.

A Kiss That Is Never Tasted, Is Forever And Ever Wasted.

I Don't Think I Ever Sing The Same Way Twice. The Blues Is Sort Of A Mixed-up Thing. You Just Have To Feel It. Anything I Do Sing Is Part Of My Life.