There are a million good tunes.

I'd just as soon be on a good Steinway or Yamaha just as well.

The key of D is daffodil yellow, B major is maroon, and B flat is blue.

By the way, I got a Grammy, which was a big thrill.

I have a West Coast rhythm section and a New York rhythm section. I've got them spread out all over the place.

At the risk of being a fuddy-duddy I don't have a computer; I don't have e-mail; and I really don't need something in my house that I would be sitting in front of for hours.

I need to get up and walk around and keep my knees from getting bad, which is what's happening.

The house is in turmoil with records on every space. In the kitchen and in the dining room is covered with records. I don't have a big enough house to accommodate everything.

I would really hate to have e-mail. It's bad enough with all the mail I get.

It's awful to have to, but I've started thinking about that, you know. 86. I'm thinking, well, maybe I might make it to 90. At least I'd like to have my brains.

One should leave the piano when Oscar comes in. This man is dangerous.

Of all the skills necessary for her work, what she was perhaps worst at was being polite to inanimate things.

There is always a worthwhile price for discovery. Discover who you are. Know yourself.

In some situations lying can also be considered as a good thing, at least for you anyway.

When receiving an order, many servants repeat their "yes" numerous times, especially the lazy ones.

...man can no more survive psychologically in a psychological milieu that does not respond empathetically to him, than he can survive physically in an atmosphere that contains no oxygen.

Whenever nature leaves a hole in a person's mind, she generally plasters it over with a thick coat of self-conceit.

I personally apologize to any person who felt anything less than respected and valued by myself.

Where there is no inner freedom, there is no life.

Promoting a record on a major label is like running a minor military campaign.

I think of few heroic actions, which cannot be traced to the artistical impulse. He who does great deeds, does them from his innate sensitiveness to moral beauty.