I felt trapped and fabricated in the fifties living up to other people's expectations.

I remember Mitch Miller saying every week, This rock and roll stuff will never last. But one doesn't like to bring that up to Mitch.

I loved downers, almost any kind. Loved the colors of them. Loved them yellow... I did. I would just have a bouquet in my hands at night.

You can sing Gershwin for an entire evening and have an orchestra play Gershwin for an entire evening and never be bored because there are so many different approaches to things.

When you hear that China is overcrowded, that's an understatement. I was shocked at the number of people. Even in the rural areas. I was also shocked at the poverty and at the living conditions.

My expectations of other people, I double them on myself.