I sold my soul to rock 'n' roll.

If you pick up a ukulele, it will make you unbelievably happy.

I married a German. Every night I dress up as Poland and he invades me.

[On Helen Reddy:] She ought to be arrested for loitering in front of an orchestra.

I read a comment that made me think I should stop singing for a while. And I didn't want to stop singing, because it was the only thing I loved. At first I thought, "Maybe I'll get better and eventually please the person who wrote about my singing." But then I thought, "I probably will never please this person. I should just do what pleases me."

Unfortunately, every time there's a budget crunch in New York, the Parks Department is usually the first to be cut. So they need all the help they can get.

When it's time to shuffle off this mortal coil, you leave your ashes to be composted.