Awards are meaningless to me, and I have nothing but disdain for anyone who actively campaigns to get one.
I judged about a zillion awards this year so I've been reading a lot of books that just came out.
At awards time, The Exorcist was nominated in 11 categories, everybody but the janitor was up for an Oscar. There was no category for what I did.
Oh yeah, I'm about to host the Genies, which are the Canadian Academy Awards.
I'm a Golden Globe nominee, yes. It's very nice. It's a very nice thing, but I kind of think of all the awards I wasn't ever nominated for, for years and things.
The Spirit Awards are great too, they'll say anything because they're not televised. Another great drinking night.
Because Olivia Newton-John wasn't from Nashville, they didn't like her winning our awards. I've got no complaints.
Me and my partner, Conway Twitty, cleaned up at the 1972 Country Music Association Awards.
I've seen some great write ups and I emailed her the other night because I saw her on an awards show recently.
Up there with my awards, I have a great big statue of Groucho Marx, just to put everything in perspective.
I dress up for awards, but only if somebody else is going to pay for the clothes. And shop for them, too!
To my mind, the most important aspect of the Nobel Awards is that they bring home to the masses of the peoples of all nations, a realization of their common interests. They carry to those who have no direct contact with science the international spirit.
Actually, no, because awards don't spark sales as much as you'd think.
The flattery is nice, but awards don't add up to writing quality songs.
A lot of my joy this year has been to give away awards to young people, no matter of race, creed or color, because they were a terrific violinist or a terrific dancer.