I just wrote a book, but don't go out and buy it yet, because I don't think it's finished yet.

I knew nothing of the life of a real musician, of course, but somehow I seemed to see myself standing in front of great crowds of people, playing my accordion.

When my parents first arrived there, North Dakota had just been admitted to the Union, and the country was still wild and harsh.

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

To be granted some kind of usable talent and to be able to use it to the fullest extent of which you are capable - this, to me, is a kind of joy that is almost unequaled.

This is the best biography by me I have ever read.

Music was my joy, my home, the one place I felt happy and secure.