I think Behind the Music is good for people like Leif Garrett and Motley Crue.

My honeymoon night was spent on the floor in the bathroom with my mother.

We had the skirts with the slits up the side, sort of tough, sort of Spanish Harlem cool, but sweet too.

So don't get me wrong, I love my songs, and I still love hearing them. That's history, baby.

But, you know, the Stones were my opening act in the Sixties. I loved those British guys, the way they just stood there and shook their hair.

It doesn't pay to try, all the smart girls know why.

Stage performing is a dying art form.

I mean, Janet Jackson? She's like Michael Jackson with hair.

I used to cry myself to sleep every night. I missed singing so much. And performing. Man, I missed it so much.

When I do a concert and people put their hands in the air, they're doing it on their own.

I just want to get on stage and sing and be happy.

Adversity tests what the soul can endure.

She was—of course—perfectly normal—quiet and polite andreasonablyintelligent and...normal andself destructive and lonelyand terrified of everythingAnd she lovedDisaster—

I think I'm less afraid of failure than some others.

This is not a love story. It is my life, and as such, there is love, loss, war, death, and sacrifice. It's about things that needed to be done and choices made. I regret nothing.

Art is rare and sacred and hard work, and there ought to be a wall of fire around it.

I've started doing yoga and meditation, but I'm not very good at that kind of thing and turning my brain off.

The one seeks a midwife to deliver his thoughts, the other, someone to assist: thus a good conversation comes into being.

Lawyers make their cake by cooking up other people's troubles.

In the spiritual life, he who does not advance goes backwards.