I Thought Of Singing And

After I Got Over The Terrible Pain Of Having Something Of Mine Taken From Me, I Began To Think How Bad Everybody Else Must Be Feeling. It Wasn't A Nice Time.

It's So Nice To Get Flowers While You Can Still Smell The Fragrance.

I've Seen So Much. And I've Heard So Many Great Performers. There Are Performers Now That Couldn't Work Back In The Days When I Came Along.

I Was Unique In That I Was A Kind Of Black That White People Could Accept. I Was Their Daydream. I Had The Worst Kind Of Acceptance Because It Was Never For How Great I Was Or What I Contributed. It Was Because Of The Way I Looked.

I Want To Sing Like Aretha Franklin. Before Her I Wanted The Technical Ability Of Ella Fitzgerald.