American radio from the '30s through the '60s was just fabulous. There was such a diversity.

Someone once asked me why people sing. I answered that they sing for many of the same reasons the birds sing. They sing for a mate, to claim their territory, or simply to give voice to the delight of being alive in the midst of a beautiful day. Perhaps more than the birds do, humans hold a grudge. They sing to complain of how grievously they have been wronged, and how to avoid it in the future. They sing to help themselves execute a job of work. They sing so the subsequent generations won’t forget what the current generation endured, or dreamed, or delighted in.

I believe in the empirical wisdom of science, just to start with, so I hope that there might be some treatment out there that might be helpful.

Being an entertainer, especially in times like these, is really a public service.

Cocaine made my nose bleed right away. I thought why do I need a nose bleed? It would make me real nervous and talk really fast. I'm already pretty good at talking too fast. I thought, "Why do I need that?"

I thought everybody could sing, because everybody in my family could.

I only notice the clothes I'm wearing.