I have always examined closely the motives of any group for which I am asked to raise money.

Ice cream was my undoing, and six chocolate milk shakes in a row were nothing to me at one time.

I could see myself in a white nurse's uniform, working unnoticed for many years and at last dying, unknown, unmarried and unsung.

There's no second chance on stage, and I was trained to make the most of my first chance.

My singing is part of me, like my stoutness, or my light hair, or my poor eyesight.

Every small town has its dramatic group, its barber-shop quartet, every home has music in one form or another.

I learn my songs by ear.