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.

Like the lion tears the flesh off a man, so can a woman who passes herself off as a male.

Jewels and binoculars hang from the head of the mule.

Every nerve in my body is so vacant and numb/I can't even remember what it was I came here to get away from/Don't even hear a murmur of a prayer/It's not dark yet, but it's getting there.

The harmonica is the world's best-selling musical instrument. You're welcome.

Let the dead bury the dead, your time will come.

Hold it, Doc, a world war passed through my brain. He said, Nurse, get your pad, this boy's insane.