My individual, psychological descent coincided, ironically, with my ascent into the public eye.

Not to dismiss Gershwin, but Gershwin is the chip; Ellington was the block.

Will you take me as I am? Strung out on another man...California, I'm comin' home.

Van Gogh was impulsive.

Ira Gershwin, shame on him. I mean, some of the writing.

I believe that I am male and I am female.

I assume there must be some kind of genetic thrust. My two grandmothers were very different, but both of them were frustrated musicians.