I ain't good-lookin', but I'm somebody's angel child.

It's a long old road, but I know I'm gonna find the end.

I don't want no drummer. I set the tempo.

No time to marry, no time to settle down; I'm a young woman, and I ain't done runnin' around.

The Greatest Blues Singer in the World Will Never Stop Singing.

Listen to my story and everything will come out true

There's nineteen men livin' in my neighborhood, Eighteen of them are fools and the one ain't no doggone good.

I need a little sugar in my bowl and a little hot dog in my roll.

When my bed is empty, Makes me feel awful mean and blue. My springs are getting rusty, Living single like I do.

It's a long old road but I know I'm gonna find the end.

No man, no power, can bind the action of wizardry or still the words of power. For they are the very words of Making, and one who could silence them could unmake the world.

A gentle answer turns away wrath.

I don't understand why every guy is not a romantic. I enjoy it.

I am just what I am, I'm just what you see. So I'll make it easy, I'll stay me.

Maybe any action becomes cowardly once you stop to reason about it.

When Spring is old, and dewy windsBlow from the south, with odors sweet,I see my love, in shadowy groves,Speed down dark aisles on shining feet.

The guy who's in charge isn't going to be the front man, ever.

I studied with the idea of becoming a Catholic priest.

Time is like a ship which never anchors; while I am on board, I had better do those things that may profit me at my landing, than practice such as shall cause my commitment when I come ashore.

The reason I don't have a plan is because if I have a plan I'm limited to today's options.