Every time I look down on this timeless town, whether blue or gray be her skies, whether loud be her cheers, or whether soft be her tears, more and more do I realize that...I love Paris.

Ella knows her way around her voice as very few people today. But there are times when she seems to be unaware there are things the human voice just doesn't do. She does them.

I know I'm no glamour girl, and it's not easy for me to get up in front of a crowd of people. It used to bother me a lot, but now I've got it figured out that God gave me this talent to use, so I just stand there and sing.

The fabulous places I've been, wonderful things that've happened, great people I've met ought to make a story.

Sometimes when we're flying or in the hotel, I might run over songs, or in the bathroom.

I don't want to say the wrong thing, which I always do. I think I do better when I sing.

Listen to her voice, don't look at her.