Sometimes I wish I was just a simple drunkard.
Bring me the head of Elton John . . . which is one instance in which meat would not be murder, if it were served on a plate.
There are some bad people on the rise; they're saving their own skins by ruining people's lives.
Those Catholics, they really nab you when you're young.
I don't dream about anyone - except myself
I don't want to get too involved in marketing budgets, online promotions and download set-ups because it would be a bit like Gertrude Stein mapping out a TV campaign. I want to sing. I want visibility. I am essentially Al Martino, not Seymour Stein.