I'll keep working as long as I live because singing has taken on the feeling of joy that I had when I started, when my only responsibility was to sing well.

So you see, you can't do everything alone.

No matter how great a man is, the size of his funeral usually depends on the weather.

When Bob came through Cincinnati, he wanted a girl singer to be on his show. There was a local contest, and my sister and I entered, but Bob said, Gee, I wouldn't break up the team.

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'm the only instrument that's got the words, so I've got to be able to get that across.

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.

The thing about oppression is this: when you hold someone down, you, too, have to be there to make sure they don't move.

A boy's story is the best that is ever told.

I love cleaning the house. I'd never have a cleaner - I wouldn't trust them to do it.

There is at least one more atheism left; it is by its very nature a belligerent form that wants to spread far and wide by propagating itself though books, TV, and other media.

What's gotten in the way of education in the United States is a theory of social engineering that says there is ONE RIGHT WAY to proceed with growing up.

Atrocity is truly emperor; All things that thrive are slaves of cruel Creation.

Find an independent woman-who loves you for you and will be your best friend. I got it right the first time and was very, very lucky.

There is one evident, indubitable manifestation of the Divinity, and that is the laws of right which are made known to the world through Revelation.

I like to work. I don't like to have lulls. I feel like it makes me lazy and uncreative, and that's when your ideas become stagnant.

Grow up? Get herself straightened out? Her mind reeled from the verbal battering. No matter what she did, her father would tell her she was wrong. Worthless. Undeserving.