…we figured we could permanently erode the listener’s sense of the world, which is what, we are certain, any music worth its mettle wants of its spectators.

From Rick Cohen’s essay on Elvis, Sinatra, and “My Way”:

If Elvis was having a bad day, he would say, “My mouth feels like Bob Dylan’s been sleeping in it.”

And from Nick Hornby’s monthly book column:

I was actually in North Carolina when I finished The March [which chronicles William Sherman’s journey to the state] — this is something I like to do when I’m particularly enjoying a novel, despite the cost. (Did you know that there’s no such planet as Titan? Vonnegut just made it up. They could have put that on the jacket, no? Oh well. You live and learn.)