Music, at its essence, is what gives us memories. And the longer a song has existed in our lives, the more memories we have of it.

Memories which someday will become all beautiful when the last annoyance that encumbers them shall have faded out of our minds.

Take care of all your memories. For you cannot relive them.

I'll note you in my book of memory.

I wanted to be a skinny little ballerina but I was a voluptuous little Italian girl whose dad had meatballs on the table every night.

I'll never forget that little apple box I stood on because I couldn't reach the microphone. My name was written on it and it's sitting at Diana Ross's house now. She has all my little doodling papers I would draw and write.