How do you measure your value?

Some of my friends who know me best say they wouldn’t trade places with me for $1 million because of the pace I lead.

When all those city folks try to fix up my talking, all they do is mess me up.

I love people and I love to sing, and that’s what keeps me going.

Nobody‘s perfect. The only one that ever was, was crucified.

You can’t be halfway in this business. If you don’t meet the fans, you lose all you’ve got.

You either have to be first, best, or different.

I get along with all the women singers, but especially Dolly Parton. We talk the same hillbilly language.

My attitude toward men who mess around is simple: If you find ’em, kill ’em.

Doolittle looked just like a little toy soldier the first time I ever saw him.

I was the first woman ever named Entertainer of the Year in country music.

I wouldn’t have dared ask God for all that He’s given me. I couldn’t have done it on my own. I thank God every day for what I have.

I’m not a big fan of Women’s Liberation, but maybe it will help women stand up for the respect they’re due.

Write about the truth. If you write about the truth, somebody‘s living that. Not just somebody, there’s a lot of people.

I want more out of life than I’ve gotten.

Daddy was real gentle with kids. That’s why I expected so much out of marriage, figuring that all men should be steady and pleasant.

I won all the blue ribbons for canning at the state fair.

We still lend our old house out to relatives. They keep a guest book for my fans to sign.

I never knew any Jews until I got into show business. I’ve found them to be real smart and good workers.

I’ve been married to the same man for all this time. The way we fight sometimes, you can tell.

I try to visit people in hospitals when I can, smiling and joking while I’m there. But when I leave, I just start crying.

I don’t go to church regular. But I pray for answers to my problems.

You don’t see no city when you look at me cause country’s all I am. I love runnin’ barefoot through the old cornfields and I love that country ham. Well you say I’m made just to fit your plans but there’s a barnyard shovel pick your hands. If your eyes are on me you’re lookin’ at country.

If I had a chance to do things over again, I might not start singing. It was my husband Doolittle’s idea. He pushed me out there, the booger. And I’m out there now, so I might as well make the best of it.

I’m proud of being part Cherokee, and I think it’s time all us Indians felt the same way.

I’m trying to lead a good Christian life, so there ain’t too much spicy to tell about me.

You get used to sadness, growing up in the mountains, I guess.

You have to be different, great or first.

I ain’t got much education, but I got some sense.

I wasn’t for Vietnam. When I told that to the hippie newspaper, all my people got nervous.

Who wants to be married to a grandfather?

You have to be first, different, or great. If you’re one of them, you may make it.

I never rode in an automobile until I was 12.

A lot of people say I’d miss show business if I quit. I’d miss some of it. Now it’s the only life I know.

Back then, we didn’t know we were poor, and people were more proud then.

A woman’s two cents worth is worth two cents in the music business.

Me and my partner, Conway Twitty, cleaned up at the 1972 Country Music Association Awards.

Once in a while I get inspired and finish my act with the hillbilly hoedown.

In the long run, you make your own luck – good, bad, or indifferent.

I believe in horoscopes. I was born under the sign of the Ram, which means I’m headstrong, don’t like people telling me what to do.