Because I would sit with my dad when he would practice for hours and he would show me what every note meant, and he'd put a metronome on and he'd make me keep time with the metronome and he'd play notes and have me sing them back.

NPR: Patti Austin, Singing Gershwin's Praises

If it'd turned he'd have probably put me away, but it didn't.

BBC: England bowling was poor - Swann

If my father were still around and it were me who was writing the book, I have no doubt he'd strenuously counsel me to pick a different city any other city (even New York), though preferably someplace totally obscure about which people don't have strong opinions or, worst of all, facts.

WSJ: Venice, and New York, as Subjects