Suddenly I've got an overwhelming desire to surround myself with the aura of classical and Romantic art.

Voices are like fingerprints, from Cagney to Bogart. They never lost it. My voice is instrumental in categorizing me.

We're all expendable. We think the world's going to stop when a pope dies, or a king. And then... life goes on.

I learned the real meaning of love. Love is absolute loyalty. People fade, looks fade, but loyalty never fades. You can depend so much on certain people, you can set your watch by them. And that's love, even if it doesn't seem very exciting.

I thought marriage was tough. Golf's like going over Niagara Falls in a barrel! It's a psychological game that gets into your blood.

People think retiring is fun. Well, maybe, but if you have a certain kind of fire inside, there is no end in sight.

To know that the odds are so high that only through the perishing of your life will the minions survive, that's love. That's heroism.