My parents told me that education was the path to success - and they showed me, taking me to Head Start while they were pursuing their own college degrees.
It's a source of great sadness to me that my father died without having seen me do anything worthwhile. He was constantly having to make excuses for me.
I have a wonderful road manager, and he travels with me. And my valet and friend travels with me. My little entourage is great, and they take good care of me.
It's not like I want someone to treat me badly. I want somebody who looks like they could treat me badly, but then really treats me good.
Certain things do not effect me anymore, which is not always good. There is always commotion, but I notice that hardly anything affects me or puts me out of balance.
Competition got me off the farm and trained me to seek out challenges and to endure setbacks; and in combination with my faith, it sustains me now in my fight with Alzheimer's disease.
There are people who can't stand me, they say, 'God, he makes me sick', or, 'He's creepy', but it doesn't affect me too badly.
Being a father is the most important thing, if you ask me. It changed me as a person and gave me an all new life.
People only look at me as a Beatle, but my friends look at me as a whole person. That's how life works, but it's not bugging me anymore.
I keep 'The Paper Bag Princess' by Robert Munsch on my shelf to remind me that my prince will love me no matter what I wear. Cheesy!
Social media has made the web all about me, me, me.
I look for friends who make me laugh.
Two things awe me most, the starry sky above me and the moral law within me.
My parents never raised their hand or fired me. Their way of disciplining me was to tell me what is right or wrong.
I'm almost like three people. There's me the, Dolly, the person. There's me, the star. And then there's me, the manager.
I know God love me, because my enemies don’t triumph over me.
Tell me and I forget, teach me and I may remember, involve me and I learn.
I want a woman to love me for me and not just for my piggly diggly...You catch my drift?
Love me until Venus gasps with envy. Love me again until Eros swears celibacy.
It occurs to me it is not so much the aim of the devil to lure me with evil as it is to preoccupy me with the meaningless.
Tell me and I forget. Show me and I remember. Involve me and I understand.
