“I’m dreaming of a white Christmas, Just like the ones I used to know, Where the tree tops glisten And children listen To hear sleigh bells in the snow.”

A pretty girl is like a melody. That haunts you night and day.

You’re not sick you’re just in love.

They say that falling in love is wonderful, it’s wonderful, so they say.

God bless America, land that I love. Stand beside her, and guide her through the night with a light from above.

A man may be hot but he’s not when he’s shot cause you can’t get a man with a gun.

I’ve got my love to keep me warm.

Life is 10 percent what you make it, and 90 percent how you take it.

I’m dreaming of a white Christmas, just like the ones I used to know.

I’m dreaming of a white Christmas With every Christmas card I write May your days be merry and bright And may all your Christmases be white.

After you get what you want you don’t want it.

There is an element of truth in every idea that lasts long enough to be called corny.

When I’m worried and I can’t sleep I count my blessings instead of sheep.

Everybody ought to have a lower East Side in their life.

Popular music is popular because a lot of people like it.

The song is ended, but the melody lingers on.

Got no checkbooks, got no banks. Still I’d like to express my thanks – I’ve got the sun in the mornin’ and the moon at night.

As I get more and more involved in the child’s world with Rocco his son I’m getting interested in making a film for children.

I want my weekends off and I want to put my kids to bed. Those are good reasons to want to be in ‘Batman 2’.

New York is a galaxy of adventure at once elegant, exciting and bizarre. It’s a city that moves so fast, it takes energy just to stand still.

As an African American child growing up in the segregated South, I was told, one way or another, almost every day of my life, that I wasn’t as good as a white child.

It’s taken me to be an older guy, an old man, to have an old man’s voice. Because I only liked old men’s voices. As a kid, I didn’t like pip-squeaked singers.

We never know the love of the parent for the child till we become parents.

I feel like the luckiest child in the world because I got to grow up in Ireland. In summer is when you really grow up. During the year, I would go back to the States, and all year long really couldn’t wait to get back to Ardmore.

Parents of young children should realize that few people, and maybe no one, will find their children as enchanting as they do.