Ragtime was my lullaby.
In Hollywood, the rainbow hits the ground for composers.
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.
The trouble with doing nothing is that you can never take any time off.
I don't think I'll ever be president of anything.
I'm singing the music publisher's theme song - it ain't a commercial.