Slow motion gets you there faster.

I'm singing the music publisher's theme song - it ain't a commercial.

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.

Never play anything that don't sound right. You might not make any money, but at least you won't get hostile with yourself.

I know Mother named me after a railroad man, but it's too late now, I'm afraid. Much, much too late.

Ragtime was my lullaby.

The trouble with doing nothing is that you can never take any time off.