My hands look terrible but I can do anything I want to do, so, you know, I just think I'm playing all around with more good taste and not dashing up and down the piano.

By the way, I got a Grammy, which was a big thrill.

The key of D is daffodil yellow, B major is maroon, and B flat is blue.

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

My hands look terrible but I can do anything I want to do, so, you know, I just think I'm playing all around with more good taste and not dashing up and down the piano.

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.

I would really hate to have e-mail. It's bad enough with all the mail I get.