To me, nostalgia is nothing more than a mindless plundering of the past for the commonplace.

Talking money is crass; so I'm not going to tell you what I made last year.

But, in fairness to them, too, the popular song per se is really a pretty shallow medium to perform in.

I'm going to continue to talk to the people, because I do believe that if they get to know you and what you are as a human being, they can more appreciate what you are as a performer.

See, I never wrote arrangements for the band for Judy Garland; I did strictly special material, special lyrics, put together all of her medleys.

As Buddy Rich, for instance, broke into the business at the age of three, I think it was, on drums, so indeed did I break into the business at the age of four as a singer.

I want to sing for the broadest possible audience.

Because Chicago was to radio what Hollywood was to films and Broadway was to the theatre: it was the hub of radio.

Whenever I did a good performance, my Dad and my uncles, who were rabid movie fans, took me to the movies. There began my underlying love affair with film.

I got into radio when I was eight, and I was one of the busiest child dramatic actors in America.

I would be a liar if I said it wouldn't be lovely and soothing - that's the word - to have a hit single or a hit album.

That's my point: if you own thirty or more books, or you are reading any book at this moment, you may protest all you want, but you were born on the wrong continent.

In the face of impossible odds, people who love this country can change it.

The HurricaneThe tree lay downon the garage roof and stretched, You have your heaven, it said, go to it.

The struggle I went through has value.

Men don't like nobility in woman. Not any men. I suppose it is because the men like to have the copyrights on nobility -- if there is going to be anything like that in a relationship.

I shall begin my story with an experience I had when I was ten and attended our small town's Latin school.

I'll bet your father spent the first year of your life throwing rocks at the stork.

On the one hand, you're the same person, but as you get older, you change somewhat, and you never know how it's going to affect your work.

Without continuity, men would become like flies in summer.

Everywhere I go I see increasing evidence of people swirling about in a human cesspit of their own making.