One should leave the piano when Oscar comes in. This man is dangerous.

It's awful to have to, but I've started thinking about that, you know. 86. I'm thinking, well, maybe I might make it to 90. At least I'd like to have my brains.

Baldwin is sort of getting to be a bit funny. I don't know what happened, but a few years ago they suddenly went bankrupt and Gibson bought the whole outfit. Since then they haven't seemed to be doing an awfully good job of providing pianos.

I'd just as soon be on a good Steinway or Yamaha just as well.

The house is in turmoil with records on every space. In the kitchen and in the dining room is covered with records. I don't have a big enough house to accommodate everything.

Nowadays it seems to me nobody takes trouble about anything, especially writing songs.

So if I think of something in my head I don't have to do it. If I can't do I don't do it, I do something else.