It's ecstasy when you're laying down next to me.

You're the first, the last, and my everything and the answer to all my dreams. You're my sun, my moon, my guiding star, my kind of wonderful, that's what you are

There's people making babies to my music. That's nice.

I went to jail at 16 for stealing tires off Cadillacs. When I got out I said, Never again.

Disco deserved a better name, a beautiful name because it was a beautiful art form. It made the consumer beautiful. The consumer was the star.

I'm very happy with this new record. It's dealing with different aspects of love-it's me making a statement about people doing something with their lives. It is about caring for others.

The cops picked me up for attempted murder. I can still see the detectives, licking their chops. Thought they had me. Two weeks later, the cat came out of a coma and told the truth. I was innocent.

I quit high school on my birthday. It was my senior year and I didn't see the point. This was 1962, and I was ready to make music.

I kept my babies fed. I could have dumped them, but I didn't. I decided that whatever trip I was on, they were going with me. You're looking at a real daddy.

I'm never gonna quit, cause quitting' just ain't my schtick.

When I saw corruption, I was forced to find truth on my own. I couldn't swallow the hypocrisy.

The best luck always happens to people who don't need it.

There's no work so tirin' as danglin' about an' starin' an' not rightly knowin' what you're goin' to do next

You know, " I said to Michael, "my girlfriend took him down with a broken tree branch." "Too bad she isn't here, " he said.

If we attend continually and promptly to the little that we can do, we shall ere long be surprised to find how little remains that we cannot do.

Not necessarily conscription but conscription if necessary.

There are a lot of things to my game I can still improve, but everyone can.

As a handful of sand thrown into the ocean, so are the sins of all flesh as compared with the mind of God.

My love life is like a piece of Swiss cheese; most of it's missing, and what's there stinks.

Life is a nacho. It can be yummy-crunchy or squishy-yucky. It just depends on how long it takes for you to start eating it.

a short cut to matrimonial unhappiness is not to have the same taste in jokes!