Texas is OK if you want to settle down and do your own thing quietly, but it's not for outrageous people, and I was always outrageous.

I always wanted to be an artist, whatever that was, like other chicks want to be stewardesses. I read. I painted. I thought.

I got treated very badly in Texas. They don't treat beatniks too good in Texas. Port Arthur people thought I was a beatnik, though they'd never seen one and neither had I.

I'm one of those regular weird people.

You know why we're stuck with the myth that only black people have soul? Because white people don't let themselves feel things.

On stage, I make love to 25,000 different people, then I go home alone