These fingers of mine got brains in 'em.

I never set fire to a piano. I'd like to have got away with it, though. I pushed a couple of them in the river. They wasn't any good.

You shake my nerves and you rattle my brain, too much love drives a man insane. You broke my will, but what a thrill. Goodness gracious, great balls of fire.

Hippies? Why, I'm the original.

If I'm going to Hell, I'm going there playing the piano.

She didn't mean to be unkind, why she even woke me up to say good-bye.

My momma always said, 'You and Elvis are pretty good, but y'all ain't no Chuck Berry.

You've got to walk and talk with God to go to heaven... I have the devil in me! If I didn't have, I'd be Christian!

Don't Be Cruel is the greatest rock 'n' roll record ever made.

I'm coming on home to you instead cause they're all too ugly tonight.

I never said I was the King Of Rock'n' Roll. I said simply that I'm the best

Normally, things are viewed in these little segmented boxes. There's classical, and then there's jazz romantic, and then there's baroque. I find that very dissatisfying. I was trying to find the thread that connects one type of music - one type of musician - to another, and to follow that thread in some kind of natural, evolutionary way.