A Kiss That Is Never Tasted, Is

The Whole Basis Of My Singing Is Feeling. Unless I Feel Something, I Can't Sing.

The Only Reason They're Out There Is To See Me Fall Into The Damn Orchestra Pit.

The Difficult I'll Do Right Now. The Impossible Will Take A Little While.

You Can Be Up To Your Boobies In White Satin, With Gardenias In Your Hair And No Sugar Cane For Miles, But You Can Still Be Working On A Plantation.

You Can't Copy Anybody And End With Anything. If You Copy, It Means You're Working Without Any Real Feeling.