Jerry Lee Lewis

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'm a rompin', stompin', piano playing son of a bitch. A mean son of a bitch.

Either be hot or cold. If you are lukewarm, the Lord will spew you forth from His mouth.

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!

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

Hippies? Why, I'm the original.

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.

When they look back on me I want 'em to remember me not for all my wives, although I've had a few, and certainly not for any mansions or high livin' money I made and spent. I want 'em to remember me simply for my music.

I've learned to be one of the hardheadedest cats in the world. I've learned that.

I work to please my audience.

I've always showed up. If I got paid.

Y'know, there's nothin' like tearing up a good club now and then.

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.