Rock 'n Roll: The most brutal, ugly, desperate, vicious form of expression it has been my misfortune to hear.

When lip service to some mysterious deity permits bestiality on Wednesday and absolution on Sunday, cash me out.

That's life,and I can't deny it/Many times I thought of cuttin' out but my heart won't buy it.

If I had done everything I'm credited with, I'd be speaking to you from a laboratory jar at Harvard.

My greatest teacher was not a vocal coach, not the work of other singers, but the way Tommy Dorsey breathed and phrased on the trombone.

Rock 'n roll smells phony and false. It is sung, played and written for the most part by cretinous goons and by means of its almost imbecilic reiteration and sly, lewd, in plain fact, dirty lyrics ... manages to be the martial music of every side-burned delinquent on the face of the earth.

Hell hath no fury like a hustler with a literary agent.