With great lawyers you have discussed lepers and crooks, you've been through all of F. Scott Fitzgerald's books.

The only sound that's left after the ambulances go is Cinderella sweeping up on Desolation Row.

The enemy is subtle, how be it we are so deceived, when truth's in our hearts and we still don't believe.

Every brain is civilized, Every nerve is analyzed, Everything is criticized when you are in need.

Basically you have to suppress your own ambitions in order to be who you need to be.

In ceremonies of the horsemen, even the pawn must hold a grudge.

People talk about Frank Sinatra all the time - and they should talk about Frank - but he had the greatest arrangers. They worked for him in a different kind of way than they worked for other people. They gave him arrangements that are just sublime on every level. And he, of course, could match that because he had this ability to get inside of the song in a sort of a conversational way. Frank sang to you, not at you, like so many pop singers today. Even singers of standards.