I remember Mitch Miller saying every week, This rock and roll stuff will never last. But one doesn't like to bring that up to Mitch.

I'm the only instrument that's got the words, so I've got to be able to get that across.

I loved downers, almost any kind. Loved the colors of them. Loved them yellow... I did. I would just have a bouquet in my hands at night.

So you see, you can't do everything alone.

No matter how great a man is, the size of his funeral usually depends on the weather.

I'll keep working as long as I live because singing has taken on the feeling of joy that I had when I started, when my only responsibility was to sing well.

I felt trapped and fabricated in the fifties living up to other people's expectations.