There are many spokes on the wheel of life. First, we're here to explore new possibilities.

Hit the road Jack, don'tcha come back no more, no more, no more, no more. Hit the road Jack, don'tcha come back no more.

Affluence separates people. Poverty knits 'em together. You got some sugar and I don't; I borrow some of yours. Next month you might not have any flour; well, I'll give you some of mine.

Music is my life, professionally, for nearly 60 years. To be recognized by the academy is still the highest honor.

I cant retire from music any more than I can retire from my liver. Youd have to remove the music from me surgically—like you were taking out my appendix.

Drunken talk isn’t meant to be printed in the paper.

I can't help what I sound like. What I sound like is what i am. You know? I cannot be anything other that what I am.