Over and over I marvel at the blessings of my life: Each year has grown better than the last.

Night after night I could feel the chills go up and down my spine, they played so well.

My accent remained terrible. It was very hard for me to initiate any conversation with someone I didn't know.

I played a Spaniard. I looked about as Spanish as any other fair-skinned German.

Sounds always fascinated me.

If any performer has quality in his voice he can almost always be helped to develop all the other necessary attributes.

It's curious how we act in moments of personal despair.