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

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

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

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

Other people - they practice and they practice... these fingers of mine, they got brains in 'em. You don't tell them what to do - they do it. God given talent.

Hippies? Why, I'm the original.

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.

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'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!

These fingers of mine got brains in 'em.

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.

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

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