Frank Sinatra
Frank Sinatra
Francis Albert "Frank" Sinatrawas an American singer, actor, and producer who was one of the most popular and influential musical artists of the 20th century. Sinatra's music has been considered timeless by many. He is one of the best-selling music artists of all time, having sold more than 150 million records worldwide. Born in Hoboken, New Jersey, to Italian immigrants, he began his musical career in the swing era with Harry James and Tommy Dorsey. He found success as a...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionPop Singer
Date of Birth12 December 1915
CityHoboken, NJ
CountryUnited States of America
People often remark that I'm pretty lucky. Luck is only important in so far as getting the chance to sell yourself at the right moment. After that, you've got to have talent and know how to use it.
deplorable, a rancid smelling aphrodisiac... It fosters almost totally negative and destructive reactions in young people.
If power doesn't mean that you have the opportunity to work with the people that you love , then you haven't really got any.
People who make a living off other people's fortunes or misfortunes are parasites.
That's life (that's life), that's what all the people say You're ridin' high in April, shot down in May But I know I'm gonna change that tune When I'm back on top, back on top in June
Bad reviews I've gotten never diminished the number of people in my audience; good reviews have never added to the number of people in my audience; be your own critic.
People often remark that I'm pretty lucky. Luck is only important in so far as getting the chance to sell yourself at the right moment. After that, you've got to have talent and know how to use it.
Rock 'n Roll is the most brutal, ugly, desperate, vicious form of expression it has been my misfortune to hear.
I'm supposed to have a Ph.D. on the subject of women. But the truth is I've flunked more often than not. I'm very fond of women; I admire them. But, like all men, I don't understand them.
With each word, your tenderness grows, tearing my fears apart. And that laugh, that wrinkles your nose touches my foolish heart. Your lovely, with your smile so warm and your cheek so soft, there is nothing for me but to love you.
To think that spring had depended/On merely this, a look, a kiss/To think that something so splendid/Could slip away in one little daybreak . . . .
riding high in April, shot down in May.
Sinatra has had a long and wide association with hoodlums and racketeers, which seems to be continuing.
She never had an unkind word for Jack. And the time she stabbed him, it was an accident. She was in his office and she reached for the revolver, the knife slipped out.