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

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

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.

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

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

There’s always been a man telling me what to do.

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

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

Doo never actually made moonshine, but he hauled about an ocean of it.

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

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

I know there’s some kind of history to mountain music-like it came from Ireland or England or Scotland and we kept up the tradition.

There’s more women stars in Nashville all the time. They’re proving they can do the job the same as a man.

I lost a son, too, so I can relate.

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

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

Mommy smoked but she didn’t want us to. She saw smoke coming out of the barn one time, so we got whipped.

His son was so young. We need to make sure what happened to his son doesn’t happen to anyone else’s children.

I know what it’s like to be pregnant and nervous and poor.

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

It’s kind of like my first one, … It’s back to real country.

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.

Growing up in eastern Kentucky like I did, I’m used to having a few guns around to protect me.

My life has run from misery to happiness.