I can't be happy every day but I can be cheerful.

I had found a kind of serenity, a new maturity. I didn't feel better or stronger than anyone else but it seemed no longer important whether everyone loved me or not - more important now was for me to love them. Feeling that way turns your whole life around; living becomes the act of giving.

There is something in me-I just can't stand to admit defeat.

My voice had a long, nonstop career. It deserves to be put to bed with quiet and dignity, not yanked out every once in a while to see if it can still do what it used to do. It can't.

The last major childhood disease remains and it's the worst of them all: nuclear war.

I've always tried to be cheerful, because I think people who whine are boring, and I never could tolerate bores.

There is no shortcut to anyplace worth going.