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.

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.

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.

The night sky in Egypt is a swirling mass of stars so bright and numerous the sky seems to tremble with the ice-blue weight of them.

The hooks didn't roll out any more sevens than my hands did before them.