I know Mother named me after a railroad man, but it's too late now, I'm afraid. Much, much too late.
In Hollywood, the rainbow hits the ground for composers.
Slow motion gets you there faster.
I don't think I'll ever be president of anything.
Ragtime was my lullaby.
The recollection of how, when and where it all happened became vague as the lingering strains hung in the rafters of the studio. I wanted to shout back at it, Maybe I didn't write you, but I found you.