Don't threaten me with love, baby

Don't threaten me with love, baby. Let's just go walking in the rain.

Love is like a faucet, it turns off and on.

You've got to have something to eat and a little love in your life before you can hold still for any damn body's sermon on how to behave.

Singing songs like 'The Man I Love' or 'Porgy' is no more work than sitting down and eating Chinese roast duck, and I love roast duck.

In this country, don't forget, a habit is no damn private hell. There's no solitary confinement outside of jail. A habit is hell for those you love. And in this country it's the worst kind of hell for those who love you.