That's it. Love makes us all strong.

Liberace was certainly master and commander of the ivories ~ he is the only pianist I can watch or listen to without suffering a case of 'Stagefright Sympathy Sickness'.

There are some things you can't learn at any university, except for one, the University of Life... the only college where everyone is a permanent student.

Evil influence is like a nicotine patch, you cannot help but absorb what sticks to you.

Art is in the eye of the beholder, and everyone will have their own interpretation.

There has to be a cut-off somewhere between the freedom of expression and a graphically explicit free-for-all.

So it's true, when all is said and done, grief is the price we pay for love.