You Gotta Love Livin', Baby, 'cause Dyin'

My Greatest Teacher Was Not A Vocal Coach, Not The Work Of Other Singers, But The Way Tommy Dorsey Breathed And Phrased On The Trombone.

Hell Hath No Fury Like A Hustler With A Literary Agent.

I've Been A Puppet, A Pauper, A Pirate, A Poet, A Pawn And A King I've Been Up And Down And Over And Out And I Know One Thing Each Time I Find Myself Flat On My Face I Pick Myself Up And Get Back In The Race

Dare To Wear The Foolish Clown Face.

Don’t Hide Your Scars. They Make You Who You Are