Looking back, I think I was always musical. My dad was very musical, and I think my mom was musical.

Home in her apartment she'd dwell 'til the man from her dreams comes to break the spell.

I am alive and well and unconcerned about the rumors of my death. But if I were dead, I would be the last to know.

I'm not really comfortable singing without accompanying myself on stage - I'm not used to it.

Going to do it to you sweet banana, like it's never been done, and we'll get high, high, high, in the mid-day sun.

George Martin, he's very good at a very sort of lush, sweet arrangement.

Ebony and ivory live together in perfect harmony, side by side on my keyboard piano, oh Lord, why don't we?