I’ve enjoyed all the parts of my career.
I’ve tried different things through the years to get some play on mainstream. I’ll try to tailor-make it.
A lot of people have said I’d have probably done better in my career if I hadn’t looked so cheap and gaudy. But I dress to be comfortable for me, and you shouldn’t be blamed because you want to look pretty.
When you come from where I come from, if anyone in the family makes it out, the others kind of come with you.
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.
If I hadn’t been a woman, I’d be a drag queen for sure. I like all that flair and I’d be dressing up in them high heels and putting on the big hair. I’d be like Ru Paul.
When I sit back in my rocking chair someday, I want to be able to say I’ve done it all.
I’ve never had a divorce, but I’ve seen so many of my friends, my sister, my family go through that stuff, so I try to write for the people that can’t write about it. I take on their sorrow, so I’m able to kind of express it, or their joy.
Some things are strange to me, and some things are odd. But I don’t condemn. If you can accept me, I can accept you.
There’s no such thing as free love. Have you seen the price of Viagra?
Daddy’s working boots have taken many steps for us.
I’m like a cartoon! I’ll look this way when I’m eighty. I can see it now, people will be rolling me around in a wheelchair and I’ll still have my big hair, nails, my high heels and my boobs stuck out!
When the new country came out ten to 15 years ago, people my age were almost too old. But it never stopped me. I never stopped writing. I never stopped recording.
I hope to die right in the middle of a song and right on the stage doing what I love to do. I hope to be about 120 when that happens.
A tree reaches below the surface to gather strength for stargazing.
Islands in the streams, that is what we are.
You are the song of every bird, you are the poet’s every word, every artist’s picture, every writer’s play.
I hope you’re never happy with anybody but me, and every face you look into, I hope you’re haunted by me. Yes, I’m possessive and jealous, at least I speak honestly.
I believe above the storm the smallest prayer will still be heard.
Hello God, if we are still on speaking terms, can you help me?