He drank his first strong liquor then to calm his shaking hand, and tried to tell himself at last he had become a man.

Beneath the stains of time the feeling disappears, you are someone else I am still right here.

I always loved those songs. And with my high tenor, I thought I was pretty good - you know? - almost as good as Dennis Day.

It's like a novelist writing far out things. If it makes a point and makes sense, then people like to read that. But if it's off in left field and goes over the edge, you lose it. The same with musical talent, I think.

However, neither he nor anyone else could have become the star Elvis was. Ain't nobody like Elvis. Never was.

When I was 17 - 16, my father and I cut wood all day long and I was swinging that crosscut saw and hauling wood.

Could it be the girls and boys are trying to be heard above your noise?