Elvis walked over and signed a few autographs over the fence. They were screaming. I had never seen this.
Kissing a man with a beard is a lot like going to a picnic. You don't mind going through a little bush to get there!
Colonel Parker asked Henry and me to come to Elvis' suite and have breakfast. There were at least five policemen stationed up there. He was talking on the telephone.
Show business is made up of disappointments, and it's through life's disappointments that you grow.
They were taking pictures and everything. When we got down off the plane, the minute Elvis made his appearance at the door of the plane, the screaming got even worse.
God has a plan for all of us, but He expects us to do our share of the work.
When we got to the hotel, the Hawaiian Village, there were 500 screaming women there. The police were trying to keep the crowd back. It was very dangerous.
Take the back roads instead of the highways.
The doctor must have put my pacemaker in wrong. Every time my husband kisses me, the garage door goes up.
I think Elvis would be alive today, probably, if he had been allowed to mix and mingle with his fans. I think it was a great cross for him to bear that he couldn't get out and be with his fans.
I can always remember that experience in Hawaii pleasantly on account of Elvis.