[Frank] Sinatra, to everyone, even Tony Bennett, was such a huge influence because he had mastered not only music, but film and radio.

I was born in the 50s, my mom was pregnant in the 50s, [Frank] Sinatra had that big come back around then, From Here to Eternity.

I think back, when I saw The Great Gatsby, the film, my grandfather probably helped supply all the alcohol to all these Southampton parties, back then.

In an Italian household, there were two figures for me growing up - you had the Pope and you had Frank Sinatra, and, of course, Tony Bennett. And not necessarily in that order.

I've been going around the world; I've been to China, I sang at the General Assembly, the Security Council.

There was something in the bel canto, not just opera, but a certain style of Italian singing that I responded to deeply.

I met Quincy [Jones], he had heard my album, someone played the album and he flipped over it.

You have your children and it's hard to even hold it in - emotionally.

The music and the message, to me, is something that is imperative and that's what drives me know.

I had a different upbringing - my dad worked three jobs. You know, it wasn't as easy as they had it.

I had a little bit of a vocal strain at a certain period of time that made me lay off the singing, and while I was lying off the singing, I was pursuing the acting.

It is Christ Himself, not the Bible, who is the true Word of God. The Bible, read in the right spirit and with the guidance of good teachers, will bring us to Him.

You and I who read and write books have very little effect upon language. We may think about it, write about it, and read about it, but it goes on without us, or in spite of us.

Fame is a four-letter word; and like tape or zoom or face or pain or life or love, what ultimately matters is what we do with it.

I respect the second amendment and the right of individuals to own firearms. But I think that we all agree that there are some people who should not be able just to walk in and buy weapons of war.

...I want to grab her collarbones as if they were handlebars.

I don't want you to describe to me—not ever—what you were doing to that poor boy to make him sound like that; but if you ever do it again, please cover his mouth with your hand.

He shook his head in wonder. "You are magnificent." "I keep telling everyone that," she said with a nonchalant shrug, "but you seem to be the only one to believe me.

We all take losses and it's about getting up and coming back.

I would have made a lousy stripper. I'm just not very comfortable exposing myself.

Real stupidity beats artificial intelligence every time.