I don't like top hats, white ties, and tails.

Of course, Ginger was able to accomplish sex through dance. We told more through our movements instead of the big clinch. We did it all in the dance.

I inherited the knowledge that sometimes (talents) not only skip a generation, but sometimes run screaming from it. Ironically, it was the singing non-ability that helped feed my love of laughter.

But I do nothing that I don't like, such as "inventing" up to the arty or "down" to the corny. I happen to relish a certain type of corn. What I think is the really dangerous approach is the "let's be artistic" attitude. I know that artistry just happens.

Slippery stages were the terror of my life.

If we followed our own advice, we'd be successful.

I often take a brand-new suit or hat and throw it up against the wall a few times to get that stiff, square newness out of it.