My father invented a cure for which there was no disease and unfortunately my mother caught it and died of it.
Clarinets, like lawyers, have cases, mouthpieces, and they need a constant supply of hot air in order to function.
Well, all's fair in love, war and fooling the critics.
I don't mind growing old. I'm just not used to it.
Laughter is the closest distance between two people.
(Referring to the piano's natural shape) Isn't it a shame when those big fat opera singers lean against the pianos and bend them?